In whose shield I’ve made a dint.
Then he had a cairn raised over him, and sang this song:
Vengeance for my father’s death
I have ta’en for my fourth share.
In him the people’s champion fell;
But it was the Norns’ decree.
Heap we now a cairn o’er High-leg,
Thus the hard skatt we shall pay him
Which as victors we are due him.
Let the wise to me now listen.