O Ullr, how I adore thee,
Your great, hunter-like appearance
destined to carry thy team
You shoot thou enemy with arrows
you sit by the sea
as you twirl your axes.
O my sweet, sweet child
How I love thee
Thou are great and mighty
My love for you cannot be expressed
Thou art my sweet hunter.
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