Bide ye by wiccan laws ye must, in perfect love and perfect trust.
Live ye must and let to live, fairly take and fairly give.

Form the circle thrice about, to keep unwelcome spirits out.
To bind your spell will every time, let the spell be spake in rhyme.
Soft of eye and light of touch, speak ye little, listen much.
Deosil go by the waxing moon, sing and dance the Wiccan Rune.
Widdershins go when the moon doth wane, and werewolves houl by the dread wolfsbane.
When ye Lady’s moon is new, kiss your hand to her times two.
When ye moon rides at her peak, then your heart’s desire speak.
When the North winds mighty gale, lock the door and trim the sail.
When the wind comes from the South, love will kiss you on the mouth.
When the wind blows from the East, expect the new and set the feast.
When the wind blows from the West, departed souls shall have no rest.
Nine woods in the cauldron go, burn them fast and burn them slow.
Elder be the Lady’s tree, burn it not or cursed ye’ll be.
When the Wheel begins to turn, soon the Belthane fires will burn.
When the Wheel has turned to Yule, light the log; the Horned One rules.
Heed ye flower, bush and tree, by the Lady blessed be.
Where the rippling waters go, cast a stone and truth ye’ll know.
When ye have hold a need, harken not to other’s greed.
With a fool no season spend, or be counted as his friend.
Merry meet and merry part, bright the cheeks and warm the heart.
Mind ye threefold law ye should, three times bad and three times good.
When misfortune is enow, wear the star upon your brow.
Truth in love ye ever be, lest thy love is false to thee.

Bide ye wiccan laws ye must, in perfect love and perfect trust.
These eight words the rede fufill; An’ it harm none, do what ye will.