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THE STORY OF THE
Ne’er shalt thou, Gunnar,
The gold have joy of,
The dear-bought rings
Shall drag thee to death,
Whereon thou swarest
Oath unto Sigurd,
The gold have joy of,
The dear-bought rings
Shall drag thee to death,
Whereon thou swarest
Oath unto Sigurd,
“Ah, in the days by-gone
Great mirth in the homefield
When my Sigurd
Set saddle on Grani,
And they went their ways
For the wooing of Brynhild!
An ill day, an ill woman,
And most ill hap!”
Great mirth in the homefield
When my Sigurd
Set saddle on Grani,
And they went their ways
For the wooing of Brynhild!
An ill day, an ill woman,
And most ill hap!”
Then spake Brynhild,
Budli’s daughter—
“May the woman lack
Both love and children,
Who gained greeting
For thee, O Gudrun!
Who gave thee this morning
Many words!”
Budli’s daughter—
“May the woman lack
Both love and children,
Who gained greeting
For thee, O Gudrun!
Who gave thee this morning
Many words!”
Then spake Gullrond,
Giuki’s daughter—
“Hold peace of such words
Thou hated of all folk!
The bane of brave men
Hast thou been ever,
Giuki’s daughter—
“Hold peace of such words
Thou hated of all folk!
The bane of brave men
Hast thou been ever,
