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strong> 'But I in no wise Boast, as I ween, Strength that may strive With the stout ships' Bane. For to eyes of all Easy now 'tis seen How the old man's lot Helpless is and lone. <strong>10. O BUT I IN NO WISE BOAST AS I WEEN STRENGTH THAT MAY STRIVE WITH THE STOUT SHIP'S BANE FOOT WISE OF ALL EASY NOW TIS SEEN HOW THE OLD MAN'S LOT HELPLESS IS AND LO
e Of my sire and son. <strong>4.</strong> 'Dwindling now my kindred Draw near to their end, Ev'n as forest-saplings Felled or tempest-strown. Not gay or gladsome Goes he who beareth Body of kinsman On funeral bier. <strong>5.</strong> 'Of father fallen First I may tell; Of much-loved mother Must mourn the loss. Sad store hath memory For minstrel skill, A wood to bloom leafy With words of song. <strong>6.</strong> 'Most woful the breach, Where the wave in-brake On the fenced hold Of my father's kin. Unfilled, as I wot, And open doth stand The gap of son rent By the greedy surge. <strong>7.</strong> 'Me Ran, the sea-queen, Roughly hath shaken: I stand of beloved ones Stript and all bare. Cut hath the billow The cord of my kin, Strand of mine own twisting So stout and strong. <strong>8.</strong> 'Sure, if sword could venge Such cruel wrong, Evil times would wait gir, ocean-god. That wind-giant's brother Were I strong to slay, 'Gainst him and his sea-brood Battling would I go. <strong>9.</ BLAMELESS BORE HIM IN LIFE O'ER BORNE BY BILLOWS WITH BOAT WAS WOUND SEA WAVES FLOOD THAT WILL OOM WELL FROM GIANT'S WOUND SMITE UPON THE GRAVE GATE OF MY SIREN SON DWINDLING NOW MY KINDRED DRAW NEAR TO THEIR END EVEN AS FOREST SAPLINGS FELLED OR TEMPEST STROWN NOT GAY OR GLADSOME GOES HE WHO BEARETH BODY OF KINSMAN ON FUNERAL BEER OF FATHER FALLEN FIRST I MAY TELL OF MUCH LOVED MOTHER MUST MOURN THE LOSS SAD STORE HATH MEMORY FOR MINSTREL SKILL A WOOD TO BLOOM LEAFY WITH WORDS OF SONG MOST WOFUL THE BREACH WHERE THE WAVE IN BREAK ON THE FENCED HOLD OF MY FATHER'S KIN UNFILLED AS I WOT AND OPEN DOTH STAND THE GAP OF SUN RENT BY THE GREEDY SURGE ME RAN THE SEA QUEEN ROUGHLY HATH SHAKEN I STANDETH BELOVED ONES STRIPPED AND ALL BARE CUT HATH THE BILLOW THE CORD OF MY KIN STRAND OF MY OWN TWISTING SO STOUT AND STRONG SURE IF SWORD COULD VENGE SUCH CRUEL WRONG EVIL TIMES WOULD WAIT GURE OCEAN GOD THAT WIND GIANT'S BROTHER WERE I STRONG TO SLAY GAINST HIM AND HIS SEA BREWD BATTLING WOULD I G
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