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May I for my own self song's truth reckon	A
Journey's jargon how I in harsh days	B
Hardship endured oft	C
Bitter breast cares have I abided	D
Known on my keel many a care's hold	E
And dire sea surge and there I oft spent	F
Narrow nightwatch nigh the ship's head	G
While she tossed close to cliffs Coldly afflicted	H
My feet were by frost benumbed	H
Chill its chains are chafing sighs	I
Hew my heart round and hunger begot	H
Mere weary mood Lest man know not	H
That he on dry land loveliest liveth	J
List how I care wretched on ice cold sea	K
Weathered the winter wretched outcast	H
Deprived of my kinsmen	A
Hung with hard ice flakes where hail scur flew	L
There I heard naught save the harsh sea	K
And ice cold wave at whiles the swan cries	I
Did for my games the gannet's clamour	M
Sea fowls loudness was for me laughter	M
The mews' singing all my mead drink	N
Storms on the stone cliffs beaten fell on the stern	A
In icy feathers full oft the eagle screamed	H
With spray on his pinion	A
Not any protector	M
May make merry man faring needy	K
This he little believes who aye in winsome life	O
Abides 'mid burghers some heavy business	P
Wealthy and wine flushed how I weary oft	H
Must bide above brine	A
Neareth nightshade snoweth from north	J
Frost froze the land hail fell on earth then	A
Corn of the coldest Nathless there knocketh now	A
The heart's thought that I on high streams	Q
The salt wavy tumult traverse alone	A
Moaneth alway my mind's lust	H
That I fare forth that I afar hence	R
Seek out a foreign fastness	P
For this there's no mood lofty man over earth's midst	H
Not though he be given his good but will have in his youth greed	H
Nor his deed to the daring nor his king to the faithful	S
But shall have his sorrow for sea fare	M
Whatever his lord will	T
He hath not heart for harping nor in ring having	U
Nor winsomeness to wife nor world's delight	H
Nor any whit else save the wave's slash	V
Yet longing comes upon him to fare forth on the water	M
Bosque taketh blossom cometh beauty of berries	W
Fields to fairness land fares brisker	M
All this admonisheth man eager of mood	H
The heart turns to travel so that he then thinks	X
On flood ways to be far departing	U
Cuckoo calleth with gloomy crying	U
He singeth summerward bodeth sorrow	M
The bitter heart's blood Burgher knows not	H
He the prosperous man what some perform	Y
Where wandering them widest draweth	J
So that but now my heart burst from my breast lock	Z
My mood 'mid the mere flood	H
Over the whale's acre would wander wide	H
On earth's shelter cometh oft to me	K
Eager and ready the crying lone flyer	M
Whets for the whale path the heart irresistibly	K
O'er tracks of ocean seeing that anyhow	A
My lord deems to me this dead life	O
On loan and on land I believe not	H
That any earth weal eternal standeth	J
Save there be somewhat calamitous	P
That ere a man's tide go turn it to twain	A
Disease or oldness or sword hate	H
Beats out the breath from doom gripped body	K
And for this every earl whatever for those speaking after	M
Laud of the living boasteth some last word	H
That he will work ere he pass onward	H
Frame on the fair earth 'gainst foes his malice	P
Daring ado	L
So that all men shall honour him after	M
And his laud beyond them remain 'mid the English	A2
Aye for ever a lasting life's blast	H
Delight mid the doughty	K
Days little durable	S
And all arrogance of earthen riches	B2
There come now no kings nor C sars	C2
Nor gold giving lords like those gone	A
Howe'er in mirth most magnified	H
Whoe'er lived in life most lordliest	H
Drear all this excellence delights undurable	S
Waneth the watch but the world holdeth	J
Tomb hideth trouble The blade is layed low	S
Earthly glory ageth and seareth	J
No man at all going the earth's gait	H
But age fares against him his face paleth	J
Grey haired he groaneth knows gone companions	D2
Lordly men are to earth o'ergiven	A
Nor may he then the flesh cover whose life ceaseth	J
Nor eat the sweet nor feel the sorry	K
Nor stir hand nor think in mid heart	H
And though he strew the grave with gold	H
His born brothers their buried bodies	W
Be an unlikely treasure hoard	H

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