Gilbert's Greatsword (Elegy for Gilbert de Langspee)

Braw and bold, he went a-raiding;
stout and strong, he went to war.
Long his lady will be waiting;

Forth he fared without foreboding,
blithe as Baldur, brisk as Thor.
Soon he sails to sup with Odin;

Bring the burning brands to light him;
liberal libations pour.
Still his steel now lies beside him;

Gold and gear are with him faring,
voyaging to Valhall's door,
bright the blazing vessel bearing;