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And as Eyvindr sang:

A hearing I crave

For the High One's Liquor,

While I utter

Gillingr's Atonement;

While his kin

In the Kettle-Brewing

Of the Gallows-Lord

To the gods I trace.

Even as Einarr Tinkling-Scale sang:

The Wave of Odin surges;

Of Ódrerir's Sea a billow

'Gainst the tongue's song-glade crashes;

Aye our King's works are goodly.

And as he sang further:

Now that which Bodn's Billow

Bodes forth will straight be uttered:

Let the War-King's host make silence

In the hall, and hear the Dwarves' Ship.

And as Eilífr Gudrúnarson sang:

Grant shall ye gifts of friendship,

Since grows of Són the Seedling

In our tongue's fertile sedge-bank:

True praise of our High Lord.