large/11252/spc166_1704_librivox_64kb_mp3/spc166_burntnjalsagawarwoof_h43_64kb_4
large/11252/spc166_1704_librivox_64kb_mp3/spc166_burntnjalsagawarwoof_h43_64kb
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Soon over all Ersemen Sharp sorrow shall fall, That woe to those warriors Shall wane nevermore; Our woof now is woven. Now battle field waste, O'er land and o'er water War tidings shall leap. SOON OVER ALL IRSEMEN SHARP SORROW SHALL FALL THAT WOE TO THOSE WARRIORS SHALL WANE NEVERMORE OUR WOOF NOW IS WOVEN NOW BATTLEFIELD WASTE OR LAND NOR WATER OR TIDING SHALL LEAP
ar-winner walketh To weave in her turn. Now Swordswinger steppeth, Now Swiftstroke, now Storm; When they speed the shuttle How spear-heads shall flash! Shields crash, and helmgnawer├Č On harness bite hard! Wind we, wind swiftly Our warwinning woof. Woof erst for king youthful Foredoomed as his own, Forth now we will ride, Then through the ranks rushing Be busy where friends Blows blithe give and take. Wind we, wind swiftly Our warwinning woof, After that let us steadfastly Stand by the brave king; Then men shall mark mournful Their shields red with gore, How Swordstroke and Spearthrust Stood stout by the prince. Wind we, wind swiftly Our warwinning woof; When sword-bearing rovers To banners rush on, Mind, maidens, we spare not One life in the fray! We corse-choosing sisters Have charge of the slain. Now new-coming nations That island shall rule. Who on outlying headlands Abode ere the fight; I say that King mighty To death now is done, Now low before spearpoint That Earl bows his head. AR WINNING WOLF NOW WAR WINNOW WALKETH TO WEAVE IN HER TURN NOW SWORD SINGER STEPPETH NOW SWIFT STROKE NOW STORM WHEN THEY SPEED THE SHUTTLE HOW SPEAR HEADS SHALL FLASH SHIELDS CRASH AND HELM NOW ARROW ON HARDNESS BIND WIND WE WIND SWIFTLY OUR WAR WINNING WOLF WOLF ERST FOR KING YOUTHFUL FOREDOOMED AS HIS OWN FORTH NOW WE WILL RIDE THEN THROUGH THE RANKS RUSHING BE BUSY WHERE FRIENDS BLOWS BLITHE GIVE AND TAKE WIND WE WIND SWIFTLY OUR WAR WINNING WOOF AFTER THAT LET US STEADFASTLY STAND BY THE BRAVE KING THEN MEN SHALL MARK MOURNFUL THEIR SHIELDS RED WITH GORE OUR SWORD STROKE AND SPEAR THRUSTS STOOD STOUT BY THE PRINCE WIND WE WIND SWIFTLY OUR WAR WINNING ROOF WHEN SWORD BEARING ROVERS THE BANNERS RUSH ON MIND MAIDENS WE SPARE NOT ONE LIFE IN THE FRAY WE COARSE CHOOSING SISTERS HAVE CHARGE OF THE SLAIN NOW NEW COMING NATIONS THAT ISLAND SHALL RULE WHO ON OUTLYING HEADLANDS ABODE ERE THE FIGHT I SAY THAT KING MIGHTY TO DEATH NOW IS DONE NOW LO BEFORE SPEAR POINT THAT EARL BOWS HIS HEAD
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