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S C A R L A W. 91
Yes, my fon, thou (halt go; but let thy
people be near thee, left many fpears rife a-
gainft one. an J the joy of thy father ceafe.
* Scalan, tho fon of Shearhuil, opened his
mouth ; and the words ot the little fcul came
forth.
It in hafte we get behind the rocks of Scri-
tan, we may fmk the fpear of death in the
breaft of every warrior, as he climbs the cliffs.
Then Lochlin's race ihall fallj and no danger
be near the fons of Albin.
Lover of days, faid the chief, the mighty
fight not thus their battles. We feek not for
fafety, but for Albin's foes ; and we will meet
them when their arm is ftrongeft. Let us go
to the hall of arms, and call forth every war-
rior with his fword of battle, that the fons
of Albin may be ftrong behind the fhields of
their fathers.
I was then with Benguth, Scarlaw's bard.
The fame of his fong brought me from Grui-
more. My joy was great when I heard the
found of arms.
Son
♦ Scalan, Jljadow. Shear-hull, fpini-eyed.

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