Now each sailor well remembers
The emerald shores of Efje Sound.

"Ingeborg, pale maiden,
Prayers sent unto Valhal;
Lily-white she bowed her
Knees on sacred gold.

Light-blue eyes in weeping,
Breast of swan's down, sighing,
Moved the hearts of asas;
Let us give them thanks."

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Now Ellide leaks,
Faithful dragon ship,
Shallow water seeks.--
Wearied of the trip.

Still more tired by labor dreary,
Fridthjof's men desire the land;
But enfeebled, faint and weary,
Sword-supported, scarce can stand.
Bjorn, on powerful shoulders, beareth
Four of them and safely lands;
Fridthjof, too, the labor shareth,
Eight sets round the burning brands.

"Do not bhtsh, pale heroes!
Waves are sturdy vikings;