O, the Northrealm! A land so bless’d,
With worthy nobles of the best!
In Skraeling Althing look around:
Carrots of gold spring from the ground!
This work of goodly Avelyn,
Eighth to sit the High Seats and reign,
Well-beloved in all her land
(Naught to do with that sword in hand…)
Bent her will to learning and jest,
(Eastrealm friends say “Give it a rest!”)
These years of service now are past,
Like bounding hares they run so fast!
Rattanicus and Isabel,
Your lieges speak – all ears compel,
Silver now encircles your brow,
Let none gainsay what we do now.
Done this 13 th Day of November, Anno Societatis LVI (56), as We celebrate the Feast of the Hare in Our
Canton of Caldrithig, where we have set Our Hands and Seal.
Wording by TH Lord Dietrich von Sachsen, based on the humorous verse “The Foxe and the Welle”.
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