An ox that lusty bride devoured, and thirty salted swine,
And drank, ere she could slake her thirst, twelve tuns of good red wine!
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The Giant-King he paced the floor, and wrathful was his mood:
“Who e’er beheld a beauteous bride fall thus upon her food?”
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Up spake little Loki, beneath his cloak smiled he:
“For seven days she ate no meat, so sore she longed for thee!”
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Stayed upon a mighty tree by seven champions bold,