I call to Contrebis of the deep green north,
O god of the stones upon the solid sod,
god of the crossing, the swift and safe road home.
Contrebis, yours is the city and the town,
the cottage small and snug, the well-tended garden,
the sow and the kine, all needful things for peace and plenty,
good fortune and good cheer. You are always with us,
Contrebis, as we live our lives, as we struggle
and toil in honest labor, as we laugh
and as we mourn. With us you welcome each new-born babe,
you share in our joy and our sorrow; ever heedful
ever here, Contrebis, I praise and honor you.

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