After the
dyebath, we are back to the realm of Mother Holda again, and the thread is
woven into cloth. We also call upon the Norns in this charm, the goddesses who
weave all Wyrd. This charm is good to sing, one line at a time, as the shuttle
goes through and the beater bangs against the weft.
As I weave you,
So I wish health,
So I wish wealth,
So I wish joy,
In the holy name
Of wise Dame Holda.
As I weave you,
So I will health,
So I will wealth,
So I will joy,
In the holy name
Of wise Dame Holda.
Hail to Urd,
Hail to Skuld,
Hail to Verdandi that weaves us all.