The Yuletide lads - part 15 - The END

On Christmas night itself

- so a wise man writes

- the lads were all restraint

and just stared at the lights.

Then one by one they trotted off

into the frost and snow.

On Twelfth Night the last

of the lads used to go.

Their footprints in the highlands

are effaced now for long,

the memories have all turned

to image and song

By Jóhannes úr Kötlum / Translated by Hallberg Hallmundsson
Pictures/Copyright©Olafur Petursson