battle-glee

Updated: August 26, 2026

Wild is the day, and dim with rain, Our sheep are warded ill; The wood-wolves gather for the plain, Their ravening maws to fill. She singeth. Nay, what is this, and what have ye, A hunter's band, to bear The Banner of our Battle-glee The skulking wolves to scare? He singeth. O women, when we wend our ways To deal with death and dread, The Banner of our Fathers' Days Must flap the wind o'erhead.

William Morris - The Roots of the Mountains; Wherein Is Told Somewhat of the Lives of the Men of Burgdale