We sing of a
maiden
Known for her
wit,
Helping when
needed
Who never quits.
Come now before
Us
Zoe of Marchmount
Whose gifts to Us
Are too many to
count.
Come now before
Us
Kneel by the
throne,
See the acclaim
That We would
have shown.
Come now before
Us
Take from Our
hand
Award of the
Wolf’s Cub
In Ardchreag land
At Fall A&S
On sixteenth
November.
From Nigel and
Adrielle.
May you always
remember.
By THLaird Colyne Stewart, based on “I
syng of a mayden”, anonymous, 15th century.
I sing of a maiden
That is matchless,
King of all kings
For her son she chose.
That is matchless,
King of all kings
For her son she chose.
He came as still
Where his mother was
As dew in April
That falls on the grass.
Where his mother was
As dew in April
That falls on the grass.
He came as still
To his mother's bower
As dew in April
That falls on the flower.
To his mother's bower
As dew in April
That falls on the flower.
He came as still
Where his mother lay
As dew in April
That falls on the spray.
Where his mother lay
As dew in April
That falls on the spray.
Mother and maiden
There was never, ever one but she;
Well may such a lady
God's mother be.
There was never, ever one but she;
Well may such a lady
God's mother be.
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