Count William sits in Richmond toune,
Drinking the bluid-reid wine;
"O wha will take up arms this day
And say the Crown's nae mine?"
Up and strode an outland knight
Struck on Count William's shield;
And redwood Camp was reid with bluid
Or ever foe would yield.
The first fight that Count William fought
A loud laugh laughed he.
The last fight that Count William fought
A tear blinded his ee.
"O wha is this has done this deid,
This ill deid done to me?
That I should fight so fine a man,
And ane of us sall die."
O lang, lang will the ladies stand
Wi' their gold kems i' their hair,
Waiting for their ain dear lords;
For they'll see them nae mair.
O lang, lang under airth they lie,
And lang hath William stood
To see how deep his sword has stained
The airth wi' wine-dark bluid.
O golden is the forest glen
That holds the King's high seat;
And there Prince William triumphs
Wi' the West lords at his feet.
"Long ago, the West Kingdom bards decided to produce poems for every fighter in each crown lists. We carried this on for several years before finally faltering. A large number of bards were required, since the lists kept getting larger and eventually the effort involved wore us out. Even so, we published two volumes of the best of the fighter poems. I was president of the college of bards of the West Kingdom at that time and I regard that effort as perhaps the most satisfying thing I ever achieved in the SCA." -- Steven MacEanruig
The West Kingdom History Website was created by and is maintained by Hirsch von Henford (mka Ken Mayer).