As eager she snuffed up her feast so near;
And each Norseman’s heart, though ne’er so bold,
With panic-dread grew sick and cold,
Nor dared they abide the battle shock,
But fled away like some startled flock,
Or some scattered herd of timid deer,
When the howl of the gaunt mountain wolves they hear.
The slaughter was wide, and the vengeance deep,
That the Moray-men took of their Danish foes;