In a cold and northern town, the days are short and the nights are long
A little girl grew up alone, surrounded by her family
When she was five years old she didn’t know that daddy’s weren’t allowed
She thought a monster’d come to kill her, (I) guess that’s what it was
A father owns his daughter, while not exactly true
was true enough to keep her enslaved and him free to abuse.
And now she dances a sword, atop his grave so fresh
And she dances victory, to drive away his cruel ghost
She cried at school until they teased her, bad crybaby, should grow up
She never heard she had a right to tell, or even
what to call it
when the monster called
And now she dances a sword dance, atop the monsters grave
And she dances victory and she is proud and she is brave
Her grandpa died when she was 12, her mother told her later
if he had known he’d have slayed that monster, he would have saved her
Her grandmamar, the monster’s mother, bravely faced the truth
She listened to her grown grand-daughter
and gave her back her family
Her Scots ancestors danced over
crossed swords before battle to prove their hearts
So now she dances a sword, atop his grave so fresh
and she dances victory, to seal his cruel ghost
So now she calls her fierce ancestors, to take his soul away
that never may he trouble her, in night or in the day, oh.
And now she dances a sword, atop his grave in victory
And she dances binding
to seal his cruel ghost.
And now she calls her fierce ancestors, to take the monster’s soul away
that he may trouble her no more, in night or in the day
And may they trouble us no more
the men who try to rape/take our souls
and may we outlive them all!
and dance upon their graves!