Out then went Sigurd,

The great kings' well-loved,

From the speech and the sorrow,

Sore drooping, so grieving.

Sore drooping, so grieving,

That the shirt round about him,

Of iron tings woven,

From the sides brake asunder.

Out then went Sigurd,

The great kings' well-loved,

From the speech and the sorrow,

Sore drooping, so grieving.