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Weal Warder
The
first stave (stanza) is repeated as the Burden (chorus) of the song.
Uller, Warder, of Innangard
Woodland Rover, Bright is your Name
Ever trekking, beyond the bounds
Searching for banes, blocking their way
As days grow short, and nights grown long
Thoughts turn to Hearth and Home
To Kin and Kith, who gather round
To wait out winter storms
The longhouses, are snugly built
With firewood laid by
Granaries and, larders are filled
With wealth of harvest time
Burden
Evening time is, when all the folk
Sit together at board
Fill horn and bowl, empty them out
Then await story time
Old Skald does stand, before the hearth
His strong voice weaving tales
Speaks of the Gods, and Clan Warder
Woodswise One, Protector
Burden
'Twas long ago, and longer still
Before the earth was young
The Giants strode, across the hills
God Kin had not been born
Once time did start, others sprang up
Hallowed Ones of two clans
They had a war, then made a peace
And challenged Giants' reign
Burden
Holy Ones saw, some Giants change
They became weal builders
Joined with the Gods, gave Them Kin Oath
One such was called Uller
And then came Man, shaped by the Gods
Odin, Vili and Ve
Man came to know, Hallowing Way
And stories became Lore
Burden
Unerring Eye, and Strong of Arm
Swift and silent in stride
He joined Gods' Clan, and made His place
Ranging bounds of their Garth
Away from all, Godly Comrades
Uller did fend for self
His crafty ways, in woods and war
Did grow in depth and skill
Burden
Of bowman fine, striding along
Hunters had fleeting glimpse
In deep woodland, just at nightfall
He made not track or sound
He vanished from, their line of sight
Then tapped them on their heads
He'd show them how, to better be
Providers for their folk
Burden
They spent two weeks, hunting with Him
Honing the arts He showed
With bow and knife, spear and sling
Body, mind and heart
During the nights, as they rested
Old One would tell them tales
Of banes he'd seen, those he had slain
Of duty to guard weal
Burden
Fortnight it was, but one night's dream
Showed them how to improve
They made a vow, to follow through
Become their best as men
As days grow short, and nights grown long
Thoughts turn to Hearth and Home
To Kin and Kith, who gather round
To wait out winter's storms
Burden
Burden
© Stefn Ullarsson Piparskeggr, 2006
Catamount Grange Hearth .
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Image: Coat of arms
for the municipality of Ullensaker, Norway.
Public Domain.
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