[Verse 1] The iron is heated, the hammer is swung, The charter is written, the anthem is sung. From valley to peak, the agreement is clear, The Howey and Howell have nothing to fear. We count every stallion that grazes the heath, The steel on the shoe and the law in the sheath. The Howell has measured the width of the stream, The Howey is driving the heart of the dream. No more do we wander in darkness and doubt, We know what the kingdom is truly about. [Chorus] By charter and hoof, we are bound to the land, With the weight of the record held firm in the hand. The Howey to wander, the Howell to bind, A legacy built for the progress of kind. The century turns with a promise of pride, With the Howell and Howey walking side by side. The law is the anchor, the horse is the wing, Serving the duty we owe to the king. [Verse 2] The scroll is unfurled in the light of the hall, With seals of the family pinned to the wall. The Howey provides for the reach of the fleet, With strength in the muscle and speed in the feet. The Howell records every mile that we gain, Through sun-dappled meadow and cold winter rain. We draft the decree for the use of the wood, Ensuring the balance is kept for the good. A system of order, a system of grace, Establishing roots in this ancient place. [Chorus] By charter and hoof, we are bound to the land, With the weight of the record held firm in the hand. The Howey to wander, the Howell to bind, A legacy built for the progress of kind. The century turns with a promise of pride, With the Howell and Howey walking side by side. The law is the anchor, the horse is the wing, Serving the duty we owe to the king. [Bridge] The charter is signed with a drop of our blood, The ink is a river, the path is a flood. For six hundred years we have navigated change, From the edge of the law to the end of the range. The Howell looks forward, the Howey looks wide, With history flowing like deep, surging tide. We are the structure, we are the fire, Stoking the heat of a shared, deep desire. The settlement stands as a monument tall, Watching the rise and the eventual fall. [Verse 3] The evening is coming, the torches are lit, In rooms where the masters of history sit. The Howey is rested, the Howell is keen, The vision of order is clearly foreseen. We guard the perimeter, guard the domain, Holding the reins of the sun and the rain. The sixth song is finished, the charter is strong, A steady and rhythmic and powerful song. The saga continues, the future is vast, With a grip on the present that honors the past. [Chorus] By charter and hoof, we are bound to the land, With the weight of the record held firm in the hand. The Howey to wander, the Howell to bind, A legacy built for the progress of kind. The century turns with a promise of pride, With the Howell and Howey walking side by side. The law is the anchor, the horse is the wing, Serving the duty we owe to the king. [Outro] The bell toll is fading, the hammer is still, The peace of the charter descends on the hill. The Howell is scribe, and the Howey is stride, With nowhere to run and with nothing to hide. The union is solid, the history set, In the pages of time that we never forget.
