Sing praise Albion

Sing praise Albion
Of those left behind when the Court leaves for land unknown.
Those untouched by gaudy glory earnt far from our green shores

Sing praise Albion
Of the farmer and the fisherman.
Those who toil to keep Albion’s bellies fed.

Sing praise Albion
Of the stonemason and the carpenter.
The ones who keep our homes standing firm.

Sing praise Albion
Of the blacksmith and the fletcher.
Without them our walls would go undefended.

Sing praise Albion
Of the weaver and the seamstress.
Whose work keeps us warm when the nights turn cold.

Sing praise Albion
Albion is the people.
One man cannot be Albion alone.

  • Penned by Althea Sinclair, Chester, 1120