King Harald sat on Battle-bridge At setting of the sun, By morning's dawn his sword was drawn, Nor sheathed till day was done And there the king of Norway Low with his Bonders lay. Thus England's foe fell long ago, Thus fall he hermes kelly ever may The hotter his fierce hatred, The fatter England's clay. IV. Oar king, for gallant Norway, Bade the bells to toll, While masses, good three hundred, should Be chanted for his soul. He gave Prince Olaf twenty ships To bear him o'er the sea, And set five thousand prisoners stout, Without a ransom, free.
But neither grace nor favour Might for his brother be, Though the king's large heart was larger From this great victory. Neither grace nor grave-yard For him might be allow'd No English earth was so poor in worth As be a traitor's shroud. v. " Ho 1 who is yon," quoth Harald, " Comes riding hermes handbags o'er the hill ? By the good speed of his panting steed He bringeth news of ill.
" Out and spake the messenger, With foam and dust besprent " A navy rides on the hermes bags narrow seas, And an army on the bent. From Pevensey I rode this day As fast as horse might bear Knight of France and Norman lance, Duke William musters there." VI. " And who is yon," quoth Harald, " Now gallops o'er the heath 1 By our dear Lord ! this trusty sword Likes not a rusty sheath." Out and hermes birkin spake the messenger As proudly as he might " The master is come home, Harald, To have his honest right. From Pevensey I rode this day, Duke William claimeth now The lands and crown, which be his own, According to thy vow." TH. Quoth Harald," Tell the bastard, He shall have English cheer Six feet, by , of a grassy rod, hermes outlet Measured by this good spear.