| The mountain-dweller sat merry as boyhood
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| Like a blinded man he seemed
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| The son of Ygg gazed in his eyes
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| For the gods a feast shalt thou forthwith get
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| Word-wielder toil for the giant worked
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| And so revenge on the gods he sought
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| The far-famed ones could find it not
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| And the holy gods could get it nowhere
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| There dwells to the east of Elivagar
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| Hymir the wise as the end of heaven
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| Forward that day with speed thay fared
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| From Asgarth came they to Egil’s home
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| Goats with horns bedecked he guarded
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| They sped to the hall where Hymir dwelt
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| But the other fair with gold came forth
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| Eight fell from the ledge and one alone
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| The hard-hammered kettle of all was whole
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| Forth came they then and his foes he sought
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| The giant old
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| Much sorrow his heart foretold when he saw
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| The giantess' foeman come forth on the floor
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| Then of the steers did they bring in three
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| Their flesh to boil
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| By a head was each the shorter hewed
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| And the beasts to the fire straight they bore
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| From the beast the slayer of giants broke
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| The fortress high of his double horns |