Colyne Stewart, Aug. AS XXXVII (2003)
A belt snaps in the air
A voice rises up in song
And I am swept away
In words that shape my spirit,
In words that shape my Kingdom.
This bard whose voice comes like rolling thunder
Who swells my heart with pride
Who sings in hall and field,
In sun and rain,
He is an inspiration to me
As a bard
(without him my pen would be silent)
And as an Ealdormerean.
Our Kingdom owes him debts unpayable
As the Wolves give voice to all his songs.
Singer-writer, Honourable Lord,
More worthy to be Olagh than any other.
Never stop writing
Never stop singing
Long let your voice rise in the North.