Glen Collection of printed music > Printed text > Harp of Renfrewshire

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My eyes wax dim, and my once jet locks
Now wave with a silvery white,
Feeble, my arm cannot wield the blade
I dote on with delisht.
Now Hela breathes a dark chilling shade,
I hear the Valkyrii sing ;
Now to the halls of the brave I'll rise,
As fits an old Norse King.
Heindallar's ship, with the incense wood,
Prepare as a pyre for me,
Blazing, I'll rise to the Odin Halls,
At once in air and sea !
They've lit slow fire in the incense ship —
The sun has just sunk in the wave, —
Set are the sails — he is launched away,
This hero-king, so brave !
The death-chaunt floats in the deep blue si
All wild in the darkling night ;
Fearful there glares from the blazing ship,
A wild red lurid light.
It, shimmering, gleams o'er the lone blue sea.
The flickers shoot wild and high —
Odin hath welcomed the brave old king
To his Palace in the sky !
The bale flames die, and a silence deep
Now floats on the darkness cold,
Where so fearless and free, on the deep blue sea,
Had died this Norse King bold !