Here in our lofty hall?
To stand before Edward, Wolf-strong King,
And Rylyn, North-wise Queen?
Called she Mjoll, Dottir of Ulf,
Water-born and Water-loved
Skilled with hands and leather-craft
And Jörð's bounty well fashioned.
Bearer is she of unsheathed axes,
Giver of shovels-sheathed.
Shaper of skins, and pelts prepared
For beauteous crafts to please the eye.
Drunk has she deep from Mead of Suttungr,
Odin’s gift of poetry to men;
With skald’s tongue and wisdom great
Does she great works of song and tale.
Know we well this Lady’s worth
And proclaim it thus in our high hall:
That Lady Mjoll, Dottir of Ulf,
Bear our will and favour forth.
Take upon thee this harp of gold
Bedecked in wine-deep stars
Orion’s harp, for all to hear,
Award we now for art and skill.
Done this 1st Day of September, AS 47,
As we sit our thrones at Baron's Howe.
Wording by Dietrich von Sachsen.