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Short of stature large of limb	A
Burly face and russet beard	B
All the women stared at him	A
When in Iceland he appeared	B
Look they said	C
With nodding head	C
There goes Thangbrand Olaf's Priest	D
	-
All the prayers he knew by rote	E
He could preach like Chrysostome	A
From the Fathers he could quote	E
He had even been at Rome	A
A learned clerk	F
A man of mark	G
Was this Thangbrand Olaf's Priest	D
	-
He was quarrelsome and loud	H
And impatient of control	I
Boisterous in the market crowd	H
Boisterous at the wassail bowl	I
Everywhere	J
Would drink and swear	J
Swaggering Thangbrand Olaf's Priest	D
	-
In his house this malcontent	K
Could the King no longer bear	J
So to Iceland he was sent	K
To convert the heathen there	J
And away	L
One summer day	L
Sailed this Thangbrand Olaf's Priest	D
	-
There in Iceland o'er their books	M
Pored the people day and night	N
But he did not like their looks	M
Nor the songs they used to write	N
All this rhyme	A
Is waste of time	A
Grumbled Thangbrand Olaf's Priest	D
	-
To the alehouse where he sat	O
Came the Scalds and Saga men	P
Is it to be wondered at	O
That they quarrelled now and then	P
When o'er his beer	Q
Began to leer	Q
Drunken Thangbrand Olaf's Priest	D
	-
All the folk in Altafiord	D
Boasted of their island grand	D
Saying in a single word	D
Iceland is the finest land	D
That the sun	R
Doth shine upon	S
Loud laughed Thangbrand Olaf's Priest	D
	-
And he answered What's the use	T
Of this bragging up and down	U
When three women and one goose	T
Make a market in your town	U
Every Scald	D
Satires scrawled	D
On poor Thangbrand Olaf's Priest	D
	-
Something worse they did than that	D
And what vexed him most of all	V
Was a figure in shovel hat	D
Drawn in charcoal on the wall	V
With words that go	W
Sprawling below	W
This is Thangbrand Olaf's Priest	D
	-
Hardly knowing what he did	D
Then he smote them might and main	X
Thorvald Veile and Veterlid	D
Lay there in the alehouse slain	X
To day we are gold	D
To morrow mould	D
Muttered Thangbrand Olaf's Priest	D
	-
Much in fear of axe and rope	Y
Back to Norway sailed he then	P
O King Olaf little hope	Y
Is there of these Iceland men	P
Meekly said	D
With bending head	D
Pious Thangbrand Olaf's Priest	D

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