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 He burns his offering to the gods,
 * Who rescued him from fear,

For victory that’s past and gone,
 * For victory that’s near.

His offering is a heifer fair,
 * All red and bright of hue,

He bought her from a cow-herd there, In the vale among the grass so long, And as her meed his gallant steed He gave and bridle too.

The offering flames; the host draws nigh,
 * Draws nigh the vale below,

And up from the vale their arms they trail With shout and cry to the oakwood high,
 * As one by one they go.

Each marching round the sacrifice
 * To the gods doth utter praise,

And faileth not, as on he goes,
 * His voice aloud to raise.

And Voimir, when the rear is past,
 * On his warhorse swift doth spring,

And lays the shoulders fat and thighs Of the victim upon horsemen six,
 * Behind the host to bring.