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THE LAY OF HAMDIR.
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Wolf-trees by the wind made cold
At the town’s westward
Loud with cranes’ clatter—
Ill abiding there long!
At the town’s westward
Loud with cranes’ clatter—
Ill abiding there long!
Din in the king’s hall
Of men merry with drink,
And none might hearken
The horses’ tramping
Or ever the warders
Their great horn winded.
Of men merry with drink,
And none might hearken
The horses’ tramping
Or ever the warders
Their great horn winded.
Then men went forth
To Jormunrek
To tell of the heeding
Of men under helm:
“Give ye good counsel!
Great ones are come hither,
For the wrong of men mighty
Was the may to death trodden.”
To Jormunrek
To tell of the heeding
Of men under helm:
“Give ye good counsel!
Great ones are come hither,
For the wrong of men mighty
Was the may to death trodden.”
Loud Jormunrek laughed,
And laid hand to his beard,
Nor bade bring his byrny,
But with the wine fighting,
Shook his red locks,
On his white shield sat staring,
And in his hand
Swung the gold cup on high.
And laid hand to his beard,
Nor bade bring his byrny,
But with the wine fighting,
Shook his red locks,
On his white shield sat staring,
And in his hand
Swung the gold cup on high.
“Sweet sight for me
Those twain to set eyes on,
Those twain to set eyes on,
