Our acre, once tall
Now barren and frail
"Devils", said father
Had cursed our vale

"Hunt them," protect us
"Go forth," I did plea
Mother did aver
The right remedy

"Erce, Erce, Erce," we spoke
The rite was afoot
How graven our folk

Herb, milk and honey
They fell upon sward
Now Earth's blessed mother
Our yield she will guard