Perhaps it was my mother's mother who told me; surely her name was Gagool also.

But mark, ye will find in the place where the bright things are a bag of hide full of stones.

The man filled that bag, but he never took it away.
Evil befell him, I say, evil befell him! Perhaps it was my mother's mother who told me.

It will be a merry journey--we can see the bodies of those who died in the battle as we go.

Their eyes will be gone by now, and their ribs will be hollow.