I read a praise poem while doing some research on what makes a period Celtic Bard. As it happens, Bard in the original Celtic sense was extremly difficult to attain and involved years of training and was very high in rank. The term was adapted later to define a poet. This poem is actually based on a Taliesin poem.
In the name of the stars,
the populace of Northshield call
Our rise against our foe--
The shield of your kinsman.
Stephen, King by right
I praise you with the aclaim of the Bards.
Strong, worthy of name
With view of Griffin's light
The song of thunder
of oncoming storm
Words-woven to praise
Won by arms by right
Holds my oath, no harm befall him.
Based on the poem praising Gwallawg