THE RAVEN

King's daughter sitting in tower so high,
_Fair summer is on many a shield._
Tidings to hearken ere thou die,
_Fair sing the swans 'twixt firth and field._
In the Frankish land the spear points met,
And wide about the field was wet.
And high ere the cold moon quenched the sun,
Blew Steingrim's horn for battle won.


THE KING'S DAUGHTER

Fair fall thee, fowl! Tell tidings true
Of deeds that men that day did do.


THE RAVEN

Steingrim before his banner went,
And helms were broke and byrnies rent.


THE KING'S DAUGHTER

A doughty man and good at need;
Tell men of any other's deed?