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Translation
The Farm-hand and the Crow
The Crow sat upon the hay fence caber, croaking and asking
The Farm-hand if he dared to follow the crow
- So carve your runes well, carve them upon your scythe
Gift unto me the rye that now so golden wave
In the land of giants, with lifeblood
- Silence now you stupid fowl, let me this think through
What could I get from trouble of wronging giants?
- You'll find maiden bold and good, fairest of all in Westrogothia
Her you shall marry, before the sun goes down
And the harvest shall stand in sheaves
The rye shall so fall, and scythe reap, wounds so deep
The rye shall so fall by the firstmost light of dawn
The rye shall fall, and scythe reap, wounds so deep
Farm-hand and Crow harvest the crops
But breaking an oath
The curse rests in the land of giants
The Farm-hand whets his scythe to die
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Submitted by 
Rasmus Hjelm on 2021-03-19
Rasmus Hjelm on 2021-03-19Added in reply to request by 
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Fejd: Top 3
| 1. | Härjaren |
| 2. | Offerrök |
| 3. | Den Skimrande |
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