Hwæt! wē Gār-Dena in gēar-dagum
Hark! Of the Spear-Danes in the yore-days
þēod-cyninga þrym gefrūnon,
Of nation-kings, of glory we have heard,
hū ðā æþelingas ellen fremedon.
How those princes did daring deeds!
Oft Scyld Scēfing sceaþena þrēatum,
Oft did Scyld Scefing from soldiers strong,
monegum mǣgþum meodo-setla oftēah.
From many men make he off with their mead-benches.
Egsode eorl, syððan ǣrest wearð
He terrified many an earl, since he wast from the first
fēa-sceaft funden; hē þæs frōfre gebād,
As a foundling found; and so he abided in biding his time,
wēox under wolcnum, weorð-myndum þāh,
Waxed he under the welkin, world-wealth he won,
oð þæt him ǣghwylc þāra ymb-sittendra
Until each and every one of those his neighbor-wights
ofer hron-rāde hȳran scolde,
Over the whale-road harkened to his will
gomban gyldan; þæt wæs gōd cyning.
And gave him gifts; ah -- that was a good king!
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