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(Note: The original Anglo-Saxon poem, untitled and anonymous, recounts the death of Byhrtnoth, Ealdorman (count) of Essex, in the Battle of Maldon 991 between him and a Viking host that demanded Danegeld of him, which he refused to pay.)

At the Battle of Maldon

Here must we hold       So hearken to my counsel
Felled is our lord          Slain by foemen on the field
Now we must honor    The oaths we made in mead-hall
Now we must shoulder The burden of his shield

Great were his gifts       Of gold and noble gemstones
High were the halls       Where the heroes boasted so
He was our lord and     Loathe am I to leave him
Vow to avenge him       By vanquishing the foe

For our hands shall be the harder, and our will shall be the wiser
And our hearts shall be bolder as our strength must end
Come and follow me to glory, so that when they tell the story
We shall not be forgotten in the halls of men

I will not flee,            But farther will I follow
Boldly to battle         With broadsword in my hand
More than my life      Was the love I bore for Bryhtnoth
Fierce will I fight now And so defend this land

Come I from kindred    Of honor and of courage
Ne'er shall they say       That I nithing was at war
Stand with me steadfast Staunch against the Vikings
Wield ye your weapons Like warriors of yore


We stand undaunted    The last of the defenders
Stout-hearted men       Who can strike a mighty blow
We will encourage       Each other in the war-play
Let them advance now For we shall lay them low

Death is our doom      But let us die with honor
All that lives after        Is what the bards do say
Fight to be worthy      Of fame in the future
Let them remember    The deeds we do today

Refrain, Repeat last line

Lady Rosalind Jehanne, SCA

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