Colyne Stewart, July AS XXXVII (2003)
A pack of wolves, fur black and white
Dost with our foe pick up our fight
Norseman scions who spill the blood
Of Eald’mere’s foemen in a flood
They are Loyal, and Strong and Proud
With heads held high and necks unbowed.
They enter in the dance of death
And battle ‘til their dying breath
The blood of Kings runs in their veins
And Honour on their tabards stains
They are the Quick, the Brave, the Free
Bearers of Eald’mere’s destiny.