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Grief and pain are all I know
My heart is sore, my tears will flow.
We saw him go, how would we know
No word we know of him a'home.

A proud and gallant chevalier
A highborn skald of gentle mien
A fiery blade engaged to lead
He'll break the bravest in the field.

We'll sing his praise, as sweet harps play
And proud we trust, his noble fame.
We'll spare no time with mind afraid
So wish him strength and length of deeds.