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The Elfinwise
7 May 1942
The daughters of Odin are Fey, my Lad, The daughters of Odin are Fey. The buxom daughters of Frey I’ve had When the icy Arctic moon was mad And the snow was cold and deep, my Lad, In a land beyond the day.
Aye, in a land beyond the day, my Lad, In a land beyond the day. Where the Valkyr eyes are grey and sad As they pace the windy terrace, clad In a lace of steel and gold, my Lad! And they hunger for their prey.
Aye, and they hunger for their prey, my Lad, And they hunger for their prey. Valhalla’s grim display has had No Viking strong to feed the mad Hyrrockin Queen of Snow, my Lad, For many a weary day.
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