THE HALL OF BRYN GWLAD

The night is cold, the wind is sad - keep warm!

Flee the storm and be glad!

Come to the hall of Bryn Gwlad!

Mighty timbers built this place

that stands on the mountain's face,

a tall, great hall, rich with grace. 

Here many gather, rich and poor - to feast

and share increased rapport. 

Songs and tales, legends of lore

tell of Bryn Gwlad's honor. 

Adventure, sorrow and wit

combine to warm the spirit. 

Each story is our favorite - in praise

of our days as it fit. 

As for the sailor: the sun; 

for the bard: inspiration. 

For the baron: a lady

that he and she may be one. 

Together they hold this land

with a firm, yet graceful hand. 

With their honor in command

Bryn Gwlad is a proud land!

Of our heroes we rejoice,

great men and women of poise. 

True respect demands a voice - 

for them we make a loud noise!

Sir Ricardo is a knight

of great gusto and bold pride. 

Staunch crusader, by his might

many Saracen have died. 

Our people defend our land

with wisdom, skill and insight. 

In these Mistress Clare can win,

a warrior in her own right. 

Anebairn MacPharlaine stands sure

in knowledge, tall in stature.  

Yet we rarely see him here:

he studies in a tower. 

Iolo sings

to knaves and kings.

To each he brings

magic feelings.

A subtle man

of skillful hand,

his music can 

make us feel grand!

Has anyone seen Don Tivar?

When he competes with rapier,

he moves faster than lightning!

A man of courtly style and grace,

in battle few men see his face,

he sets a pace most frightening!

One need not seek Lady Jarique to find her near. 

Of sound physique, she is not weak and has no fear,

nor is she meek, but pround to speak with any peer.

Lady Jarique is quite unite: a patron dear!

Good Mistress Branwen is somone

who works with Ceridwen's cauldron. 

Bard of our people, champion 

of magic words for Albion. 

Though she walks with thoughts in the sky,

Chiara's beauty none deny.

Yet vision can belie - her deadly gift

to be swift as foes die!

Across the field, his tunes all hear

announcing Bryn Gwlad is near!

Humble, strong and austere - enemies fear

the fine piper, Alasdair!

Galen of Bristol came from afar

for Destiny is his guiding star. 

Once a great prince, now he likes to spar

in a land where greatness is the par.  

Seanna de Fraser, no one is braver 

  and we remember her valiant style. 

Our first baroness had a fine finesse

  and a hardiness none could defile. 

She is well worthy of nobility, 

  a lovely lady with a bright smile,

For though she has gone to the viking region, 

  her legend lives on all the while!

Call for Pietar Beograd - his feasts

have the finest meats in Bryn Gwlad!

Call Pietar Beograd! We want more!

Hungry are the warriors of Bryn Gwlad!

To preserve the memory of our past

Mistress Zinaida is steadfast. 

With diligence and talents vast - quite rare,

she inscribes our heritage to last. 

There is much honor found in duty:

to serve well with high integrity,

to act with responsibility,

to make our home strong and keep it free.

Tonight we honor one most worthy - Vivat!

All hail Lady Katrina Marie!

As a captain of the Bryn Gwlad Guard,

Don Dupre always worked very hard. 

All who knew him, held him in high regard

for his courage and honor were unmarred. 

Now Don Dupre's face is well scarred - good pay,

and now he always plays very hard!

With Svavadis, none compare:

fierce in beauty, bold and fair, 

piercing eyes and soft brown hair,

like a falcon in the air, 

strong and eager - prey beware!

Her joyful songs she will share

inspiring us to wild deed,

and with her mead, we prepare!

The night grows old, the wind blows cold, stay warm - be glad!

Good tales were told here in the hold of Bryn Gwlad.

Much drink was had with each ballad, in our riposte

against the mad wind and we have had fine wine and roast. 

We stand (almost) to thank our host, and we thank God

for all we boast.  This is our toast:  to Bryn Gwlad!

        - Thomas of Tenby

              A.S. XXI