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Ic
on wonge aweox, wunode þær mec feddon
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I grew in the ground, nourished by earth
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hruse ond heofonwolcn, oþþæt
me onhwyrfdon
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And cloud-until grim enemies came
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gearum frodne, þa me grome wurdon,
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To take me, rip my living from the land,
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of þære gecynde þe
ic ær cwic beheold,
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Strip my years-shear, split, shape me
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onwendan mine wisan, wegedon mec of
earde,
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5 |
So that I ride homeless in a slayers hand,
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gedydon þæt ic sceolde wiþ
gesceape minum
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Bent to his will. A busy
sting,
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on bonan willan bugan hwilum.
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I serve my lord if strength and strife
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Nu
eom mines frean folme bysigo[ . . . .]
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On the field endure and his hold is good.
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[ . . . . . . .]dlan dæl, gif
his ellen deag,
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We gather glory together in the troop,
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oþþe æfter dome [..]r[
. . . . . . .]
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10 |
Striker and death-step, lord and dark
lunge
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[ . . .. . .]ian mæ[ . . .]þa
fremman,
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* * *
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wyrcan w[ . . . . . .] [ . . . . . .
. ]
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My neck is slim, my sides are dun,
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[ . . . .]ec on þeode utan we[
. . . . .]
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My head is bright when the battle-sun
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[ . . . . . . .] [ . . . . . .]ipe
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Glints and my grim loving lord bears me
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ond to wrohtstæp[ . . .] [ . .
. . . . . .]
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15 |
Bound for war. Bold soldiers know
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[ . . . . . . .] eorp, eaxle gegyrde,
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That I break in like a brash marauder,
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wo[ . . . . . . . .] [ . . . . . . ]
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Burst the brain-house, plunder halls
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ond swiora smæl, sidan fealwe
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Held whole before. From the bone-house
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[ . . . . . . . ] þonne mec heaþosigel
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One breaks ready for the road home.
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scir bescineð ond mec[ . . . .
. . ]
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20 |
Now the warrior who feels the thrust
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fægre feormað ond on fyrd
wigeð
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Of my meaning should say what I'm called.
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20 |
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cræfte on hæfte. Cuð
is wide
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þæt ic þristra sum
þeofes cræfte
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under hrægnlocan [ . . . . .
. . . ]
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hwilum eawunga eþelfæsten
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forðweard brece, þæt
ær frið hæfde.
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Feringe
from, he fus þonan
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wendeð of þam wicum. Wiga se
þe mine
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wisan cunne, cyðe hwæt ic
hatte.
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