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THE bloody swath of Swedes and Geats	A
and the storm of their strife were seen afar	B
how folk against folk the fight had wakened	C
The ancient king with his atheling band	C
sought his citadel sorrowing much	D
Ongentheow earl went up to his burg	E
He had tested Hygelac's hardihood	C
the proud one's prowess would prove it no longer	F
defied no more those fighting wanderers	A
nor hoped from the seamen to save his hoard	C
his bairn and his bride so he bent him again	G
old to his earth walls Yet after him came	H
with slaughter for Swedes the standards of Hygelac	E
o'er peaceful plains in pride advancing	E
till Hrethelings fought in the fenced town	I
Then Ongentheow with edge of sword	C
the hoary bearded was held at bay	J
and the folk king there was forced to suffer	F
Eofor's anger In ire at the king	E
Wulf Wonreding with weapon struck	E
and the chieftain's blood for that blow in streams	A
flowed 'neath his hair No fear felt he	K
stout old Scylfing but straightway repaid	C
in better bargain that bitter stroke	E
and faced his foe with fell intent	C
Nor swift enough was the son of Wonred	C
answer to render the aged chief	L
too soon on his head the helm was cloven	I
blood bedecked he bowed to earth	M
and fell adown not doomed was he yet	C
and well he waxed though the wound was sore	N
Then the hardy Hygelac thane	I
when his brother fell with broad brand smote	C
giants' sword crashing through giants' helm	O
across the shield wall sank the king	E
his folk's old herdsman fatally hurt	C
There were many to bind the brother's wounds	A
and lift him fast as fate allowed	C
his people to wield the place of war	N
But Eofor took from Ongentheow	M
earl from other the iron breastplate	C
hard sword hilted and helmet too	C
and the hoar chief's harness to Hygelac carried	C
who took the trappings and truly promised	C
rich fee 'mid folk and fulfilled it so	A
For that grim strife gave the Geatish lord	C
Hrethel's offspring when home he came	H
to Eofor and Wulf a wealth of treasure	F
Each of them had a hundred thousand	C
in land and linked rings nor at less price reckoned	C
mid earth men such mighty deeds	A
And to Eofor he gave his only daughter	F
in pledge of grace the pride of his home	P
	-
Such is the feud the foeman's rage	Q
death hate of men so I deem it sure	R
that the Swedish folk will seek us home	P
for this fall of their friends the fighting Scylfings	A
when once they learn that our warrior leader	F
lifeless lies who land and hoard	C
ever defended from all his foes	A
furthered his folk's weal finished his course	A
a hardy hero Now haste is best	C
that we go to gaze on our Geatish lord	C
and bear the bountiful breaker of rings	A
to the funeral pyre No fragments merely	K
shall burn with the warrior Wealth of jewels	A
gold untold and gained in terror	F
treasure at last with his life obtained	C
all of that booty the brands shall take	E
fire shall eat it No earl must carry	K
memorial jewel No maiden fair	S
shall wreathe her neck with noble ring	E
nay sad in spirit and shorn of her gold	C
oft shall she pass o'er paths of exile	T
now our lord all laughter has laid aside	C
all mirth and revel Many a spear	U
morning cold shall be clasped amain	I
lifted aloft nor shall lilt of harp	V
those warriors wake but the wan hued raven	I
fain o'er the fallen his feast shall praise	A
and boast to the eagle how bravely he ate	C
when he and the wolf were wasting the slain	I
	-
So he told his sorrowful tidings	A
and little he lied the loyal man	I
of word or of work The warriors rose	A
sad they climbed to the Cliff of Eagles	A
went welling with tears the wonder to view	C
Found on the sand there stretched at rest	C
their lifeless lord who had lavished rings	A
of old upon them Ending day	C
had dawned on the doughty one death had seized	C
in woful slaughter the Weders' king	E
There saw they besides the strangest being	E
loathsome lying their leader near	U
prone on the field The fiery dragon	I
fearful fiend with flame was scorched	C
Reckoned by feet it was fifty measures	A
in length as it lay Aloft erewhile	T
it had revelled by night and anon come back	E
seeking its den now in death's sure clutch	D
it had come to the end of its earth hall joys	A
By it there stood the stoups and jars	A
dishes lay there and dear decked swords	A
eaten with rust as on earth's lap resting	E
a thousand winters they waited there	S
For all that heritage huge that gold	C
of bygone men was bound by a spell	T
so the treasure hall could be touched by none	I
of human kind save that Heaven's King	E
God himself might give whom he would	C
Helper of Heroes the hoard to open	I
even such a man as seemed to him meet	C

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