Anonymous Olde English
Anonymous Olde English Poems
Edward, Edward. A Scottish Ballad
MODERN TRANSLATION (original below)
'Why does your sword so drip with blood,
Why does your sword so drip with blood?
And why so sad are ye, O?'
'O, I have killed my hawk so good,
O I have killed my hawk so good:
And I had no more but he, O.'
'Your hawk's blood was never so red,
Your hawk’s blood was never so red,
My dear son I tell thee, O.'
'O, I have killed my red-roan steed,
O, I have killed my red-roan steed,
That once was so fair and free, O.'
'Your steed was ...
Beowulf (Episode 31)
"So held this king to the customs old,
that I wanted for nought in the wage I gained,
the meed of my might; he made me gifts,
Healfdene's heir, for my own disposal.
Now to thee, my prince, I proffer them all,
gladly give them. Thy grace alone
can find me favor. Few indeed
have I of kinsmen, save, Hygelac, thee!"
Then he bade them bear him the boar-head standard,