In ale for mortal men;
For the more he drinks | the less does man
Of his mind the mastery hold.
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[13]. Over beer the bird | of forgetfulness broods,
And steals the minds of men;
With the heron’s feathers | fettered I lay
And in Gunnloth’s house was held.
[14]. Drunk I was, | I was dead-drunk,
When with Fjalar wise I was;