The sun and the wind came down o'er the sea,
"Tell them over how many they be!"
"Ten I tell with shield-hung sides.
Nought but a fool his death abides."
"Ten thou tellest, and we be three,
Good need that we do manfully.
"Good fellows, grip the shield and spear
For Harald my brother draweth near.
"Well breakfast we when night is done,
And Valhall's cock crows up the sun."