Then cried out Ælfsige / watchman for his brothers,
“here the enemy bear forth / seize your linden-wood shields.”
Then from the stone-tower / Ælfsige bent his bow,
“and there flies from my bosom / the poisonous dart.”
Thought is keen, / heart is bold,
who now thinks to turn away from this warplay?
Courage is great, / our strength mighty,
we are St Cuthbert’s men, / we will not go away.
Adalhard…
… / the war-wood clashes,
the shield answers the shaft. / Stouthearted Cullen sings out,
“Thought shall be keen, / the heart bolder,
who now thinks to turn away from this warplay?
courage shall be greater, / our strength mighty,
we are St Cuthbert’s men, / we will not go away.”
… Thought shall be keen, / the heart bolder,
courage shall be greater, /as our strength lessens.
Here the brethren lie in the dust.
ADDED: and as a bonus, not included on the original random page -
Up in the gate tower // Ælfsige kept the view // All the while brothers prepared weapons // And their horses, too // Outside in the far distance // Ever louder yowls // Many riders were approaching // And the dust began to shroud.