English poem
70 I ween he will wish, if he win in the struggle
by J. Lesslie Hall (1856–1928)
70 I ween he will wish, if he win in the struggle, To eat in the war-hall earls of the Geat-folk, Boldly to swallow them, as of yore he did often The best of the Hrethmen! Thou needest not trouble A head-watch to give me; he will have me dripping
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