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Agob
is min noma eft onhwyrfed;
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Wob is my name twisted about--
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ic eom wrætlic wiht on gewin
sceapen.
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I'm a strange creature shaped for battle.
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þonne ic onbuge, ond me
of bosme fareð
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When I bend and the battle-sting snakes
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ætren onga, ic beom eallgearo
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Through my belly, I am primed to drive
off
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þæt ic me þæt feorhbealo feor
aswape.
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The death-stroke. When
my lord and tormentor
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Siþþan
me se waldend, se me þæt wite gescop,
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Releases my limbs, I am long again,
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leoþo forlæteð, ic
beo lengre þonne ær,
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As laced with slaughter, I spit out
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oþþæt ic spæte,
spilde geblonden,
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The death-blend I swallowed before.
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ealfelo attor þæt
ic ær geap.
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What whistles from my belly does not easily pass,
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Ne
togongeð þæs gumena hwylcum,
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10 |
And the man who seizes this sudden cup
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ænigum eaþe þæt
ic þær ymb sprice,
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Pays with his life for the long, last
drink.
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gif hine hrineð þæt
me of hrife fleogeð,
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Unwound I will not obey any man;
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þæt þone mandrinc mægne
geceapaþ,
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Bound tight, I serve. Say
what I am.
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fullwered fæste feore sine.
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Nelle
ic unbunden ænigum hyran
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nymþe searosæled. Saga hwæt ic hatte.
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