The Slayiing of Skeggi

Over battle, Ogress ran the red

Blood of the serving man, tore off his head

Her deadly iron mouth did gape

Tore off his head and let out life

Treefoot, treefoot, foot of tree

Trolls take thee and thy company

Treefoot, treefoot, foot of tree

Trolls take thee and thy company

I distrust this version of events

Let Grettis face the music now

Over rations, Grettis ran the red

Blood of the serving man, opened his throat

Will you go back home?

He must be tried, Skeggi avenged

Or stay gone three winters?

Must be outlawed

Lift the stone

Grettir’s heave

It was said a rock-troll, her weight did throw

Into Skeggi's throat a short while ago

Grettis outlawed

Grettis outlawed