Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Hail the Queen of the May!

[Cheering and clapping]

[Howie knocks on bar]

I am going to search every house in this place during the next few hours,

"'In pagan times, however, these dances were not simply picturesque jigs.

as taking place in the 20th century.

Wake up, Sergeant.

Need to tell his lordship, aye.

[Howie] 'No, sir, I don't think so.

"The priest thus represented the goddess reborn

Now, sir, if I may have your permission to exhume the body of Rowan Morrison.

Isn't it there with the others?

[Chorus] ♪ Ochon, ochon, ochrie!

Rowan Morrison is a schoolmate of yours, isn't she?

That must not happen again this year.

to reverence the music and the drama and the rituals of the old gods.

"This, oft as you drink it, in remembrance of me,

That's a rowan.

No, I meant from his lordship.

He had his chance, and in the modern parlance, he blew it.

was to rouse the people from their apathy

♪ I kissed her o'er and o'er again

and there is corruption of the young, and now I see it all stems from here.

- You do? - Course I do, silly.

[Frightened screams]

[♪ Accordion music playing]

"'to win over the goddess of the fields.

But, of course, to begin with,

Did you come over in that aeroplane that I saw flying round?

[Howie] "'May Day festivals...

"or burnt to death in a huge sacrificial bonfire.

- It is he who hath made them bare! - Reverence the sacrifice.

I subsequently discover that there is no death certificate.

♪ Sing, cuckoo

I know, but with the Hand of Glory there's no telling when you wake.

...for the last time,

♪ Take the flame inside you Burn and burn belong

Mr Lennox, you were among the people to whom I showed the photograph

After all, what girl would not prefer the child of a god

♪ Take the flame inside you Burn and burn belie

Ah, there's your transport.

will you tell us what it is, please, that the Maypole represents?

"and guaranteed another successful harvest next year."

♪ Cows after calves make moo

[Steady drumbeat]

♪ Summer is a-comin' in

♪ Among the rigs of barley...

For you have accepted the role of king for a day,

We carry death...

♪ There hath so many nails been drove

♪ Gently, gently, gently, Johnny

- Miss Rose, I know! - I know!

that can stand by and see your own child slaughtered?

♪ It is brewed with discretion, never with haste