Results of the three day garden show

Despite all the talking and demonstrating of woad dyeing, I managed to dye quite a bit of wool for the Cloak of Invisibility Project. Pallium ad celandum - Will explain all in a later blog. It was really nice talking to lots of people and have had a few follow-up e-mails including one from  Malcolm, thank you for providing the following words.
Woad song
Sung to the tune of ‘Men of Harlech’

What’s the use of wearing braces, socks suspenders shoes with laces, hats & caps you buy in places down the old Kent road.

What’s the use of shirts of cotton, studs &; ties that get forgotten, these affairs are simply rotten, better far is Woad.

Woad to show your Women,(pronounced ‘woe men’) woad to scare your foemen, boil it to a brilliant blue, rub it on your back or on your abdomen(pronounced abdoe men).  Ancient Britain’s never hit on anything as good as woad to fit on, neck or knees or where you sit on, Tailors you’d be blowed.
Romans came across the channel, all dolled up in tin & flannel, half a pint of woad per man’l clothe you more than these.
Saxons you can waste your stitches, building beds for bugs in breeches, we have woad to clothe us which is, not a nest for flees.
Romans keep your armour, Saxons your pyjama, hairy coats were meant for goats, yaks, retriever dogs & lamas; 
Tramp up Snowdon with your woad on, never mind if you get rained or snowed on, never need a button sewed on, ‘go it ancient Bs’

By the way, does anyone know the words to "Molly of the Woad"