The Mound in the Meads

This is the mound that holds the slain
Who came to the meads to fight the Dane,
Who came to the meads from hut and hall,
Fair-haired Saxons lusty and tall,
Earl and churl, and thane and thrall.

For they went not back to hut and hall:
On his golden armlet swore the Dane
That none should be left uncleft in twain.
And this is the Barrow that hides them all,
This is the mound that holds the slain.
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