‑Anonymous

(Melodie: "Leatherwing Bat" aka "Celtic Circle Dance")

 

                                                                              

 Bide the wiccan laws you must,         When ye have and hold a need,       

 In perfect love and perfect trust:     Harken not to others greed          

 Live you must and let to live,         With a fool no season spend,        

 Fairly take and fairly give            Or be counted as his friend         

                                      

 Form the circle thrice about           When misfortune is enow,            

 To keep unwelcome spirits out          Wear the star upon thy brow         

 To bind your spell will every time,    True in love you ever be,           

 Let the spell be spake in rhyme        Lest thy love be false to thee      

                                                                            

 Soft of eye and light of touch,        Merry meet and merry part,          

 Speak you little, listen much          Bright the cheeks and warm the heart.

 Deosil go by the waxing moon,          Mind the threefold law you should   

 Chanting out the baleful tune          Three times bad and three times good

                                      

 When the Lady's moon is new,           Nine woods in the cauldron go,        

 Kiss your hand to her times two        Burn them fast and burn them slow     

 When the moon rides at her peak,       Elder be the Lady's tree,             

 Then your heart's desire seek          Burn it not or cursed you'll be       

                                                                              

 Heed the north winds mighty gale,      When the wheel begins to turn,        

 Lock the door and trim the sail        Soon the Beltane fires will burn      

 When the wind comes from the south,    When the wheel hath turned a Yule     

 Love will kiss thee on the mouth       Light the log the Horned One rules    

                                                                               

 When the wind blows from the east,     Heed you flower, bush and tree,       

 Expect the new and set the feast.      By the Lady blessed be                

 When the wind blows from the west      Where the rippling waters go,         

 Bardic words be at their best!         Cast a stone, the truth you'll know   

                                     

                   Bide the wiccan laws you must,      

                   In perfect love and perfect trust:  

                   These words the wiccan rede fulfill;  

                   "An harm you none, do what you will."