Bide these Wiccan laws ye must,
With perfect love and perfect trust;
Live ye must and let to live,
Fairly take and fairly give.
Cast the circle thrice about,
To keep unwelcome spirits out.
To bind the magick everytime,
Let the spell be spoke in rhyme.
Soft of eye and light of touch,
Speak ye little, Listen much.
Honor the Old Ones in deed and name,
Let love and light be our guides again.
Deosil go by the waxing Moon,
Chanting out the joyful tune.
Widdershins go by the waning Moon,
Chanting out the baneful rune.
When the Lady's Moon is new,
Kiss the hands to Her, times two.
When the Moon rides at her peak,
Then your hearts desire seek.
Heed the North Wind's mighty gale,
Lock the door and trim the sail.
When the wind blows from the East,
Expect the new and set the feast.
When the wind comes from the South,
Love will kiss thee on the mouth.
When it whispers from the West,
Aching hearts find peace and rest.
Nine woods in the cauldron go,
Burn them fast and burn them slow.
Birch into the fire goes,
In sign of what the Lady knows.
Oak in the forest towers with might,
In the fire brings the Gods in sight.
Rowan is a tree of power,
Causing magic and life to flower.
Willows which by waters stand,
Ease us to the Summerland.
Hawthorn is burned to purify,
And to draw faerie to your eye.
Hazel, the tree of wisdom and learning,
Adds its strength to the bright fire burning.
White are the flowers of apple trees,
That brings us fruit of fertility.
Grapes that grow upon the vine,
Give to us both joy and wine.
Fir tree bough are evergreen,
Immortal life in them is seen.
Elder Wood the Lady's tree,
Burn it not or cursed be.
Four times the major Sabbats mark,
Twice in Light and twice in Dark.
In death the spark of life is born,
At Samhain when the veil is torn.
When the time for Imbolg shows,
Watch for flowers through the snows.
When the Wheel begins to turn,
Soon the Beltaine fires will burn.
As the Wheel turns to Lugh's night,
Power is brought to magic rite.
Four times Minor Sabbats fall,
Use the sun to mark them all.
When the Wheel has turned to Yule,
Light the Log - The Horned One rules.
In the Spring night equals day,
Time for Ostara to come our way.
When the sun has reached its height,
Time for Oak and Holly to fight.
Harvesting comes home for all,
When the Autumn Equinox does fall.
Learning flower, bush, and tree,
By the Lady, Blessed Be.
Where the rippling waters go,
Cast the stone and truth you'll know.
When ye have and hold a need,
Hearken not to other's greed.
With a fool no seasons spend,
Lest ye be counted as his friend.
Merry Meet and Merry Part,
Bright the cheeks and warm the heart.
Mind the Threefold Law ye should,
Three times bad and three times good.
When misfortune is enow,
Wear the Blue Star on thy brow.
True in love thou must ever be,
Lest thy love prove false to thee.
Eight words the Witches Rede fulfill,
An' it harm none, do what thou will.