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near the city in the south, we joined battle; can deny that I bravely wielded my arms; or that I left behind me lasting monuments of my valour. And yet a Russian maid disdains me.
I was born in the uplands of Norway, where the inhabitants handle so well the bow. Now I make my ships, the dread of peasants, rush among the rocks of the sea. Far from the abode of men, I have plowed the wide ocean with my vessels. And yet a Russian maid disdains me.
