The Beating the Bounds Song

traditional Marchwood

The land that bears the forest
Is as rich as any known
The trees and plants reach ever down
To the strongest Albion stone.

The fire in our lanterns
Is a light that we all know
It lights our way from dawn to dusk
When sunlight will not show.

The wind that stirs the pine trees
Is as sharp as any knife
It fills the air with noble breath
And gives the forest life.

The lifeblood of the forest
The manor and the farm
Is the rain that falls across the land
To keep us safe from harm.

Tune: The Holly and the Ivy