Aislinn the Bard

Drummer beat and piper blow,
Harper strike and soldier go!
Free the flame and sear the grasses
Till the dawning Red Star passes.

From the Weyr and from the Bowl
Bronze and brown and blue and green
Ride the dragonmen of Pern
Aloft, on wing, seen, then unseen.

Honor those the dragons heed
In thought and favor, word and deed
For worlds are lost or worlds are saved
By the dangers dragon-braved.

Dragonman avoid excess
Greed will bring the Weyr distress
To the ancient laws adhere
Prospers then the dragonweyr!