Vulgar words in The Story of Burnt Njal: the great Icelandic tribune, jurist, and counsellor (Page 1)
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Then Skarphedinn sang a song: "Prop of sea-waves' fire (1), thy fretting Cannot cast a weight on us, Warriors wight; yes, wolf and eagle Willingly I feed to-day; Carline thrust into the ingle, Or a tramping whore, art thou; Lord of skates that skim the sea-belt (2), Odin's mocking cup (3) I mix" "Thy words," said Skarphedinn, "will not be worth much, for thou art either a hag, only fit to sit in the ingle, or a harlot."