Bide the wiccan law ye must, in perfect love and perfect trust.
Live and let live, fairly take and fairly give.
Cast the circle thrice about to keep unwelcomed spirits out.
To bind the spell well everytime, let thy spell be spoke in rhyme.
Soft of eye, light of touch, speak ye little and listen much!
Deosil go by waxing moon, chanting out thy wiccan rune.
widdershins go by the waning moon, chanting out ye baneful tune.
When the ladys moon is new, kiss thy hand to her times two.
When the moon rises at her peak, then thy hearts' desire seek.
Heed the north winds mighty gale, lock the doors and trim the sail.
When the wind comes from the south, love will kiss thee on thy mouth.
When the wind blows from the west, departed spirits have no rest.
Nine woods in the cauldron go, burn them quick, yet burn them slow.
Elder be the ladys tree, burn it not or cursed you'll be.
When the wheel begins to turn, soon shall beltain fires burn.
When the wheel turns to yule, light the log and the horned one rules.
Heed ye flower, bush and tree, by the lady blessed be!
Where the rippling waters go, cast a stone and the truth you'll know.
When ye have and hold a need, harken not to others greed.
With a fool no seasons spend, or be counted as his friend.
Merry meet and merry part, bright the cheeks and warm the heart.
Mind the three fold law ye should, three times bad and three times good.
When misfortune is enow, where the blue star on thy brow.
True in love ye must ever be, least thy love will be false to thee.
These eight words the wiccan rede fulfill, " And ye harm none, do as thou will!"
