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Ic
eom heard ond scearp, hingonges strong,
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I am the hard punch
and pull of power,
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forðsiþes from, frean
unforcuð,
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Bold thrusting out, keen coming in,
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wade under wambe ond me weg sylfa
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Serving my lord. I burrow beneath
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ryhtne geryme. Rinc bið on
ofeste,
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A belly, tunneling a tight road.
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se mec on þyð æftanweardne,
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My lord hurries and heaves from behind
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hæleð mid hrægle;
hwilum ut tyhð
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With a catch of cloth. Sometimes he drags
me
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of hole hatne, hwilum eft fareð
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Hot from the hole, sometimes shoves me
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on nearo nathwær, nydeþ
swiþe
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Down the snug road. The
southern thruster
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suþerne secg. Saga hwæt
ic hatte.
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Urges me on. Say who I am.
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iddle
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