Singing how Winil men Over the icefloes Sledging from Scanland on Came unto Scoring; Singing of Gambara Freya's beloved.

Mother of Ayo Mother of Ibor.

Singing of Wendel men, Ambri and Assi; How to the Winilfolk Went they with war-words-- 'Few are ye, strangers, And many are we; Pay us now toll and fee, Clothyarn, and rings, and beeves; Else at the raven's meal Bide the sharp bill's doom.' Clutching the dwarfs' work then, Clutching the bullock's shell, Girding gray iron on, Forth fared the Winils all, Fared the Alruna's sons, Ayo and Ibor.

Mad of heart stalked they Loud wept the women all, Loud the Alruna-wife; Sore was their need.
Out of the morning land, Over the snowdrifts, Beautiful Freya came, Tripping to Scoring.

White were the moorlands, And frozen before her; But green were the moorlands, And blooming behind her, Out of her golden locks Shaking the spring flowers, Out of her garments Shaking the south wind, Around in the birches Awaking the throstles, And making chaste housewives all Long for their heroes home, Loving and love-giving, Came she to Scoring.