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Wayland II
Hammer home the blood of vengeance
Hammer home the hard, hot will
Hammer home the heat of furnace
Hammer home the wings of steel
Ere a slave that I was taken
Ere my hamstring freedom sliced
Ere my love from me forsaken
Ere my foul indenture priced
I, a brawny lad but lean, was
Hunting with my brothers two
Lake of Wolves we found between us
Wings unwatched of maidens who
Swam in murky cool delightful
We their clothes and wings did hide
Led them in a chase so mirthful
Thus, I met my fair-most bride
Warrior sisters, hunting brothers
Seven years a home we made
Never needing greet of others
Never thinking love could fade
Hammer home the forge of sadness
Hammer home the day they left
Hammer home our grieving madness
Hammer home three hearts bereft
Seven years we laid the table
With the takings of our hunt
I with smithy skill was able
Give her all that she could want
Then we came home from our hunting
They had left without a sign
Maybe battles they were wanting
Lost we then our spouses fine
South and West my brothers wandered
Lakeside I instead did wait
Brooding on the time I’d squandered
Parted from my love and mate
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