Listened to my love-tale’s telling;
Hopelessly was I led captive
By a Valland maid in autumn.
Still I love the noble lady,
And I spread the feast for eagles.
Stone and lime, well bound together,
Now before me fall asunder.
Then Sigmund Ongul sang:
When, in spring-time, o’er the waters
Ye go homeward to the Orkneys,