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And as Einarr Tinkling-Scale sang further:

The Dwarves' Crag's Song-wave rushes

O'er all the dauntless shield-host

Of him who speeds the fury

Of the shield-wall's piercing sword-bane.

Even as Ormr Steinthórsson sang:

The body of the dame

And my dead be borne

Into one hall; the Drink

Of Dvalinn, Franklins, hear.

And as Refr sang:

I reveal the Thought's Drink

Of the Rock-Folk to Thorsteinn;

The Billow of the Dwarf-Crag

Plashes; I bid men hearken.

Even as Egill sang:

The Prince requires my lore,

And bound his praise to pour,

Odin's Mead I bore

To English shore.

And as Glúmr Geirason sang:

Let the Princely Giver hearken:

I hold the God-King's liquor;

Let silence, then, be granted,

While we sing the loss of thanes.