Fair sing the swans 'twixt firth and field.
In the Frankish land the spear points met,
And wide about the field was wet.
And high ere the cold moon quenched the sun,
Blew Steingrim's horn for battle won.
THE KING'S DAUGHTER
Fair fall thee, fowl! Tell tidings true
Of deeds that men that day did do.
THE RAVEN
Steingrim before his banner went,