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Taliesin, I sing perfect metre Which will last to the end of the world I know why there is an echo in a hollow Why silver gleams, why breath is black, why liver is bloody Why a cow has horns, why a woman is affectionate Why milk is white, why holly is green Why a kid is bearded, why the cow-parsnip is hollow Why brine is salt, why ale is bitter Why the linnet is green and berries red Why a cuckoo complains, why it sings I know where the cuckoos of summer are in winter I know what beasts there are at the bottom of the sea How many spears in battle, how may drops in a shower Why a river drowned Pharaoh's people Why fishes have scales Why a white swan has black feet I have been a blue salmon I have been a dog, a stag, a roebuck on the mountain A stock, a spade, an axe in the hand A stallion, a bull, a buck I was reaped and placed in an oven I fell to the ground when I was being roasted And a hen swallowed me For nine nights was I in her crop I have been dead, I have been alive I am Taliesin From Letras Mania