THE POESY OF SKALDS
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As Grani sang:
- The Dögling to eagle's kindred
- For drink gave Danish blood.
As Gamli Gnævadar-Skald sang:
- Not long since, the young Ödling
- With ship's deck and with sword-blade
- Joined battle, waging fiercely
- Of points the bitter tempest.
As Jórunn sang:
- The Bragning bade the weapons
- Be dyed in blood of vile folk;
- The people endured his anger:
- Houses bowed before red embers.
Thus sang Einarr:
- The Budlung's blade sheared,
- Blood on darts was smeared;
- The storm-cloud of Hildr
- At Whitby spilled.
Thus sang Arnorr:
- The Kin of Siklings inureth
- To the waves the ships sea-tossing;
- With blood he dyes the warships
- Within: 't is the weal of ravens.
