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is blood on that brow, There is blood on that hand; There is blood on that hauberk, And blood on that brand.

Oh! bloody all o'er is His war-cloak, I weet; He is wrapped in the cover Of murder's red sheet

There is pity in man— Is there any in him? No! ruth were a strange guest To Halbert the Grim.

The hardest may soften, The fiercest repent; But the heart of Grim Halbert May never relent.