Mac Tir marched in on Mayday morn
Bearing a brave burden:
Uther, honor-bright, and Osa his queen
High were the hearts of that host!
The set seed spreads its roots
Cleaves close to the earth
Defends its field from forces that wear
Even as the soul sustains it.
Master and Man unmade their bond
Ere new oaths bound Uther.
Now man and man they meet again
The Crown casts a new link.
The sun strengthens as summer waxes
It gives of its gold freely
Fields are soon full of the finest gold
They too in turn will give it.
The Hound’s hand is healed we see
Its selflessness shown in a scar
Bright blood it gave, it bore wounding
Wealth wells from it now
The fir, green fronds yet full in winter
Is lore that life continues
The oak bears up without such armor
What read ye in this rune
Flying full in the face of danger
Never known to father
Keen in contest Uther carved out
A river of roses for Osa
The King who called me to claim a bardship
My spirit shall sing him ever
The poets’ patron – well to praise him!
With my whole heart, I have done.
The West Kingdom History Website was created by and is maintained by Hirsch von Henford (mka Ken Mayer).