Then did the right that drew forth thread with upturn of fingersGently fashion the yarn which deftly twisted by thumb-ballSpeeded the spindle poised by thread-whorl perfect of polish;Thus as the work was wrought, the lengths were trimmed wi' the fore-teeth,While to their thin, dry lips stuck wool-flecks severed by biting,Which at the first outstood from yarn-hanks evenly fine-drawn.Still at their feet in front soft fleece-flecks white as the snow-flakeLay in the trusty guard of wickers woven in withies.Always a-carding the wool, with clear-toned voices resoundingTold they such lots as these in song divinely directed,Chaunts which none after-time shall 'stablish falsehood-convicted.
1.O who by virtues great all highmost honours enhancest,Guard of Emáthia-land, most famous made by thine offspring,