Til my heart ceases to beat,
Til my boots cease to wander,
Til my breath comes no more,
I will search for him.
Tis not gold nor silver,
Tis not jewels nor coins,
Tis not rum nor whiskey,
Hes more precious than those.
Through the oceans,
Through the stars,
Through the battles and wars,
Hes worth facing those foes.
Give me the strength,
Grant me the will,
And I will love him,
I will love him still.

Penned by my hand on the 20th of Aeguary, in the year 860 AF.