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Ic
þa wiht geseah wæpnedcynnes,
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This strange creature, a stripling boy,
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geoguðmyrþe grædig;
him on gafol forlet
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Sought sweet pleasure pumping joy.
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ferðfriþende feower
wellan
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His nourishing Bess gave him four
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scire sceotan on gesceap
þeotan.
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White fountains-murmur and roar
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Mon
maþelade, se þe me gesægde:
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To the boy's delight. A bystander said,
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"Seo wiht, gif hio gedygeð, duna briceð;
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"Alive, that boy
will break the downs;
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gif he tobirsteð, bindeð
cwice."
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Dead, he'll bind and wrap us round."
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