O’ Bringer
of the Barley,
Blessed by the Grain,
You give us our bounty,
Tended with care,
Nurtured with gentle touch
Beowa,
We nurture you from the seed,
Tending to your needs,
Until you grow taller than us,
And when the time comes,
We cut you down,
Grinding your bones to dust,
Dust to bread,
Bread to beer and bellies,
To you I give thanks for the cycle,
The toil of the field,
And the reaping of due rewards.