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 But he bade the maids

Yet more to grind.

They sang and swung

The swift mill- stone,

So that Frode 's folk

Fell asleep.

Then, when she came

To the mill to grind,

With a hard heart

And with loud voice

Did Menja sing:

We grind for Frode

Wealth and happiness,

And gold abundant

On the mill of luck.

Dance on roses!

Sleep on down!

Wake when you please!

That is well ground.

Here shall no one

Hurt the other.

Nor in ambush lie,

Nor seek to kill;

Nor shall any one

With sharp sword hew,

Though bound he should find

His brother's bane.

They stood in the hall,

Their hands were resting;

Then was it the first

Word that he spoke:

Sleep not longer

Than the cuckoo on the hall,

Or only while

A song I sing: