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 :I sailed o'er the Weir
 * To the West: I bear
 * Odin's Heart-Sea.
 * So it stands with me.

Ocean, as Einarr sang:


 * Many a day the cold Ocean
 * Washes the swarthy deck-planks
 * 'Neath the gracious Prince; and Snow-Storm
 * Furrows Mona's Girdle.

Salt, as Arnórr sang:


 * The hardy King the Salt plowed
 * From the east with hull ice-laden:
 * Brown tempests tossed the Lessener
 * Of Surf-Gold toward Sigtún.

Furtherer, as Bölverkr sang:


 * Thou didst summon from fair Norway
 * A levy the next season,
 * With Din-Surf's ships the Furtherer
 * Didst shear; o'er decks the sea poured.

Here the sea is called Din-Surf also.

Wide One, as Refr sang:


 * To its breast the Stay's steed taketh
 * The Home of Planks, beak-furrowed,
 * And tosses the Wide One over
 * The hard side; the wood suffers.