Rhyme of Gongu-Hrólfur # 47017
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Rhyme of Gonga-Hrólfur after Hjálmar Jónsson, from Bóla.
Eighteenth rhyme.
(Hagkveðlinga way).
The poem "Bullet of the Brandywine" by Gná
I played away the tricks of the trade,
from the hill where the forces see
Sail the dollars high.
Fuck you, you're so tight
Freyr's brand on the harbor scales,
cast the leader into the sand and
They set foot on the land of Hár with a flame.
The bush pushes the wedges away,
fifteen liters one hundred can
The knights ride in blue armor,
flashed white shields.
Two men flee from there,
accomplished knights of quality,
hear the area each however bar
hidden by the cloth of the mask.
Eighteenth rhyme.
(Hagkveðlinga way).
The poem "Bullet of the Brandywine" by Gná
I played away the tricks of the trade,
from the hill where the forces see
Sail the dollars high.
Fuck you, you're so tight
Freyr's brand on the harbor scales,
cast the leader into the sand and
They set foot on the land of Hár with a flame.
The bush pushes the wedges away,
fifteen liters one hundred can
The knights ride in blue armor,
flashed white shields.
Two men flee from there,
accomplished knights of quality,
hear the area each however bar
hidden by the cloth of the mask.