We Have Over Watched

 

Flowery garlands on, young happy wifmen,

Crowns of fresh oak leaves, on strong weapon men.

Green grass in meadows, grow high past the waste,

Young lads with fair maids, wilt soon doth be chassed.

 

In case it doth rain, upon our Maytide,

We canst make merry, in abour reside.

Avoid grassy rings, where wild fairies play,

On Walpurgus Night, on the eve of May Day.

 

Round the gay foreheads, leafy garlands twine,

A sextarius, of melomel wine.

We lark and laugh, like merry field wights,

While he gathered worts, for three magic nights.

 

The Galdra sings songs, to conjure White aid,

Standing and singing, over green grass blade.

Galdra sings galdors, in mystical verse,

Removing the lands, fertility curse.

 

Healing herbs hiding, behind rock and tree,

Growing in places, that only they see.

May the way of Wyrd, keep him Wiccan fay,

While in wiry warm meads, many children play.

 

Nerthus oh Nerthus, whose bright eyes doth shine,

A wain of fodder, wilt serve as her shrine.

There’s a lot to drink, before break of dawn,

Before Waldorfador, is again reborn.

 

The sound of singing, until the first light.

Birds chorus joins in, as sun waxes bright.

Back to the Mead Hall, the Stalworts now creep.

To lady bed straw, late for second sleep.

 

Copyright Andrew Rea Mid Summer’s Eve 2026