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 Moon of the Ship's Cheek, as Refr sang:


 * Fair was the day, when Scatterers
 * Of Arm-Fire thrust the clear Moon
 * Of the Cheek into my hand-clasp,
 * The coiling track of red rings.

Ship's Garth, as here:


 * The swift Sweller of the Spear-Crash
 * Shot through the stain-dyed Prow-Garth
 * As it were birch-bark; truly
 * He was a bitter battler.

Ash of Ullr, as here:


 * The Snow-Gusts of Ullr's Ash-Ship
 * Grimly o'er our Prince shoot
 * With fullness, where are tossing
 * The fearsome covered spike-spars.

Blade of Hrungnir's Foot-Soles, as Bragi sang:


 * Wilt hear, O Hrafnketill,
 * How I shall praise the Sole-Blade
 * Of Thrúdr's thief, stain-covered
 * With skill, and praise my king.

Bragi the Skald sang this concerning the ring on the shield:


 * Unless it be, that Sigurdr's
 * Renowned Son would have payment
 * In good kind for the ring-nave
 * Of the Ringing Wheel of Hildr.