Translation: Tennyson; Pancoast and Spaeth, _Early English Poems_, p. 81.
Date: It appears in the Chronicle under the year 937.
Danes living north of the Humber conspired with their kinsmen in Ireland under the two Olafs, together with the Scottish king Constantine and the Strathclyde Britons under their king Eugenius, against Æthelstan, king of Wessex. The allies met in the south of Northumbria. Æthelstan encountered them at Brunnanburg and defeated them.
The site of Brunnanburg has not been identified. The best claim is probably for Bramber, near Preston, in the neighborhood of which, in 1840, was found a great hoard of silver ingots and coins, none later than 950. This was possibly the war chest of the confederacy. _Dyngesmere_ has not been identified.
More than half the half-lines are exact copies from other Anglo-Saxon poems.]
Here Æthelstan the king, of earls the lord, Bracelet-giver of barons and his brother as well, Edmund the Ætheling, honor eternal Won at warfare by the wielding of swords 5 Near Brunnanburg; they broke the linden-wall, Struck down the shields with the sharp work of hammers, The heirs of Edward, as of old had been taught By their kinsmen who clashed in conflict often Defending their firesides against foemen invaders, 10 Their hoards and their homes. The hated ones perished, Soldiers of Scotland and seamen-warriors-- Fated they fell. The field was wet With the blood of the brave, after the bright sun Had mounted at morning, the master of planets 15 Glided over the ground, God's candle clear, The Lord's everlasting, till the lamp of heaven Sank to its setting. Soldiers full many Lay mangled by spears, men of the Northland, Shamefully shot o'er their shields, and Scotchmen, 20 Weary and war-sated. The West-Saxons forth All during the day with their daring men Followed the tracks of their foemen's troops. From behind they hewed and harried the fleeing, With sharp-ground swords. Never shunned the Mercians 25 The hard hand-play of hero or warrior Who over the oar-path with Anlaf did come, Who sailed on a ship and sought the land, Fated in fight. Five chieftains lay Killed in the conflict, kings full youthful, 30 Put to sleep by the sword, and seven also Of the earls of Anlaf, and others unnumbered, Of sailors and Scotchmen. Sent forth in flight then Was the prince of the Northmen, pressed hard by need, To the stem of his ship; with a staunch little band 35 To the high sea he hurried; in haste the king sailed Over the fallow flood, fled for his life. Also the sage one sorrowfully northward Crept to his kinsmen, Constantinus, The hoary war-hero; for him was small need 40 To boast of the battle-play; the best of his kinsmen And friends had fallen on the field of battle, Slain at the strife, and his son left behind On the field of fight, felled and wounded, Young at the battle. No boast dared he make 45 Of strife and of sword-play, the silver-haired leader, Full of age and of evil, nor had Anlaf the more. With their vanquished survivors no vaunt could they make That in works of war their worth was unequalled, In the fearful field, in the flashing of standards, 50 In the meeting of men, and the mingling of spears, And the war-play of weapons, when they had waged their battle Against the heirs of Edward on the awful plain. Now departed the Northmen in their nailed ships, Dreary from dart-play on Dyngesmere. 55 Over the deep water to Dublin they sailed, Broken and baffled back to Ireland. So, too, the brothers both went together, The King and the Ætheling; to their kinsmen's home, To the wide land of Wessex --warrior's exultant. 60 To feast on the fallen on the field they left The sallow-hued spoiler, the swarthy raven, Horned of beak, and the hoary-backed White-tailed eagle to eat of the carrion, And the greedy goshawk, and that gray beast, 65 The wolf in the wood. Not worse was the slaughter Ever on this island at any time, Or more folk felled before this strife With the edge of the sword, as is said in old books, In ancient authors, since from the east hither 70 The Angles and Saxons eagerly sailed Over the salt sea in search of Britain,-- Since the crafty warriors conquered the Welshmen And, greedy for glory, gained them the land.