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maiden of Orkney, Star of the blue sea! I've swept o'er the waters To gaze upon thee; I've left spoil and slaughter, I've left a far strand, To sing how I love thee, To kiss thy small hand! Fair Daughter of Einar, Golden-haired maid! The lord of yon brown bark, And lord of this blade; The joy of the ocean— Of warfare and wind, Hath boune him to woo thee, And thou must be kind. So stoutly Jarl Egill wooed Torf Einar's daughter.