A song for Wealdburg
Set ablaze the beacons, brilliant on the hill-side
And unwrap the windows, Wealdburg to greet!
Warder of the wilds, wyrd’s foreteller
Gaze into your glass, a glimpse of doom.
Bringer of bounty, at boundaries honoured
Queen of May quicken, corn and home.
Festooned with flame, at foot and crown
Great Defender confer, favor on our kin.
Yea welcome we Wealdburg, the Wild Hunt is nigh!