From afar, I can see
Where the fisherman brought his bride.
A wreath of fish-guts in her hair,
And flies lined up behind her.
Here's a variation of that poem:
Roaring, roaring, scolding, scolding,
Where the fisherman brought his bride.
Herring line up, cod line up,
Flies line up behind her.
I'm not at all sure about the translation of that first
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