Profound snoozing it lies,
The still pool of Semmerwater
Under the still skies.
Furthermore, numerous a comprehend, numerous an understand,
Numerous an understand underneath,
In a lord's pinnacle and a ruler's thicket
The fishes travel every which way.
Once there remained by Semmerwater
A mickle town and tall;
Ruler's pinnacle and ruler's grove
What's more, the wakeman on the divider.
Came a homeless person end and sore:
"I black out for absence of bread!"
Ruler's pinnacle and ruler's grove
Cast him forward unfed.
He knock'd at the entryway of the eller's bunk,
The eller's bunk in the dale.
They gave him of their oatcake,
They gave him of their brew.