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At last Wild-wearer cried out: 'Now, lads, the night weareth and the
guest is weary: therefore whoso of you hath in him any minstrelsy,
now let him make it, for later on it shall be over-late.'
Then arose Wood-wont and went to his shut-bed and groped therein, and
took from out of it a fiddle in its case; and he opened the case and
drew from it a very goodly fiddle, and he stood on the floor amidst
of the hall and Bow-may his cousin with him; and he laid his bow on
the fiddle and woke up song in it, and when it was well awake she
fell a-singing, and he to answering her song, and at the last all
they of the house sang together; and this is the meaning of the words
which they sang:

She singeth.
Now is the rain upon the day,
And every water's wide;
Why busk ye then to wear the way,
And whither will ye ride?
He singeth.
Our kine are on the eyot still,
The eddies lap them round;
All dykes the wind-worn waters fill,
And waneth grass and ground.
She singeth.
O ride ye to the river's brim
In war-weed fair to see?
Or winter waters will ye swim
In hauberks to the knee?
He singeth.


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