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"Othin, again at evening come, If a woman thou wouldst win; Evil it were  if others than we Should know of such a sin."

Away I hastened, hoping for joy, And careless of counsel wise; Well I believed that soon I should win Measureless joy with the maid.

So came I next when night it was, The warriors all were awake; With burning lights and waving brands I learned my luckess way.

At morning then, when once more I came, And all were sleeping still, A dog found in the fair one's place, Bound there upon her bed.

Many fair maids, if a man but tries them, False to a lover are found; That did I learn when I longed to gain With wiles the maiden wise;