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 I have translated it here, not in verse (of which I have no skill) but at least in the king's English. He sang it often afterwards, and the thing became popular; so that I have heard it, and had it explained to me, many's the time.

This is the song of the sword of Alan; The smith made it, The fire set it; Now it shines in the hand of Alan Breck.

Their eyes were many and bright, Swift were they to behold, Many the hands they guided: The sword was alone.

The dun deer troop over the hill, They are many, the hill is one; The dun deer vanish, The hill remains.

Come to me from the hills of heather, Come from the isles of the sea. O far-beholding eagles, Here is your meat.

Now this song which he made (both words and music) in the hour of our victory, is something less than just to me, who stood beside him in the tussle. Mr. Shuan and five more were either killed outright or thoroughly disabled; but of these, two fell by my hand, the two that came by the skylight. Four more were hurt, and of that number, one (and he not the least important) got his hurt from me. So that,