As thick the arrows fell around
As fall sere leaves on autumn ground.
In many a cheek the red did wane
No maid might ever kiss again.
"Lay me aboard," Lord Harald said,
"The winter day will soon be dead!
"Lay me aboard the bastard's ship,
And see to it lest your grapnels slip!"
Then some they knelt and some they drowned,
And some lay dead Lord Knut around.