Conner Lyall

On the edge o this world oor protector lies, His form nae pleasing tae oor eyes, He Roams a beast o wolf an man, Inside purer hert than oor clan, Noble creature withoot sin, For innocents are spared by him.

Oor enemies fae where the otherworld dwell Tae him so similar is unpossible tae tell, Wha tae trust an wha tae spite, For aw demons look alike, An fear forced them aw tae ken, The power o the wrath o men.

When the shaddows watch us go, within the creatures o mirkness grow, Let us hope oor defender is still thare., Sae humble folk should be aware, The wulver must be left alane, For his peace on his yonder stane.