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He burns his offering to the gods,
Who rescued him from fear,
For victory that’s past and gone,
For victory that’s near.
His offering is a heifer fair,
All red and bright of hue,
He bought her from a cow-herd there,
In the vale among the grass so long,
And as her meed his gallant steed
He gave and bridle too.

The offering flames; the host draws nigh,
Draws nigh the vale below,
And up from the vale their arms they trail
With shout and cry to the oakwood high,
As one by one they go.
Each marching round the sacrifice
To the gods doth utter praise,
And faileth not, as on he goes,
His voice aloud to raise.
And Voimir, when the rear is past,
On his warhorse swift doth spring,
And lays the shoulders fat and thighs
Of the victim upon horsemen six,
Behind the host to bring.