From herald's lips; Loud they proclaim:
Weather of weapons Washed on our shores
And brave souls walked The wide Whale-road.
Who sought the sea-steed Sword holding high?
Wandering Odin Ne'er walked so far.
Not for Freyja's tears Tore men from wives,
But honour and High esteem sought.
From land of far Skrael to Skeldergate
Harrowgate Heath hears loud spear-din.
Bryniau and Caer Draeth call warriors
To take to ships taunting the Norns.
Konnugr Steinarr Calls wandering
War-maiden here; Mark well her deeds!
Fair Drottning Lyda Lauds her labors!
Silver blade shone- Shamed challengers.
Hails well from Cranewall- Cry out her name!
Hail Jocelyn! judge you right brave!
Brav'd wind and weather Breaker-of-Rings
Honours your name Now homeward come.
Weather of weapons Washed on our shores
And brave souls walked The wide Whale-road.
Who sought the sea-steed Sword holding high?
Wandering Odin Ne'er walked so far.
Not for Freyja's tears Tore men from wives,
But honour and High esteem sought.
From land of far Skrael to Skeldergate
Harrowgate Heath hears loud spear-din.
Bryniau and Caer Draeth call warriors
To take to ships taunting the Norns.
Konnugr Steinarr Calls wandering
War-maiden here; Mark well her deeds!
Fair Drottning Lyda Lauds her labors!
Silver blade shone- Shamed challengers.
Hails well from Cranewall- Cry out her name!
Hail Jocelyn!
Brav'd wind and weather Breaker-of-Rings
Honours your name Now homeward come.
Wording by Lord Dietrich von Sachsen, award for a Royal Tourney.
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