Her sons so young | to Svanhild’s vengeance.
[3]. “The sister ye had | was Svanhild called,
And her did Jormunrek | trample with horses,
White and black | on the battle-way,
Gray, road-wonted, | the steeds of the Goths.
[4]. “Little the kings | of the folk are ye like,
For now ye are living | alone of my race.
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[5]. “Lonely am I | as the forest aspen,
Of kindred bare | as the fir of its boughs,