| Leodum is minum swylce him mon lac gife;
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| Willað hy hine aþecgan, gif he on þreat cymeð
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| Ungelic is us
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| Wulf is on iege, ic on oþerre
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| Fæst is þæt eglond, fenne biworpen
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| Sindon wælreowe weras þær on ige;
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| Willað hy hine aþecgan, gif he on þreat cymeð
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| Ungelice is us
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| Wulfes ic mines widlastum wenum dogode;
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| Þonne hit wæs renig weder ond ic reotugu sæt
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| Þonne mec se beaducafa bogum bilegde
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| Wæs me wyn to þon, wæs me hwæþre eac lað
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| Ungelice is us
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| Wulf, min Wulf, wena me þine
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| Seoce gedydon, þine seldcymas
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| Murnende mod, nales meteliste
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| Gehyrest þu, Eadwacer? |
| Uncerne earne hwelp
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| Bireð Wulf to wuda, bireð Wulf to wuda
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| Þæt mon eaþe tosliteð þætte næfre gesomnad wæs
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| Uncer giedd geador
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| Uncer giedd geador
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| Gehyrest þu, Eadwacer? |
| Uncerne earne hwelp
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| Bireð Wulf to wuda, bireð Wulf to wuda
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| Ungelice is us
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| English translation:
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| It is to my people as if someone gave them my gift
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| They want to kill him, if he comes with a troop
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| It is different for us
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| Wulf is on one island I on another
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| That island, surrounded by fens, is secure
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| There on the island are bloodthirsty men
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| They want to kill him, if he comes with a troop
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| It is different for us
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| I thought of my Wulf with far-wandering hopes
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| Whenever it was rainy weather, and I sat tearfully
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| Whenever the warrior bold in battle encompassed me with his arms
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| To me it was pleasure in that, it was also painful
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| It is different for us
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| Wulf, my Wulf, my hopes for you have caused
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| My sickness, your infrequent visits
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| A mourning spirit, not at all a lack of food
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| Do you hear, Eadwacer? |
| A wolf is carrying
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| Our wretched whelp to the forest
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| That one easily sunders which was never united:
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| Our song together |