Many of wikings, eager for war. 
Bade heroes’ buckler[11] then hold the bridge
A war-hardened warrior, who Wulfstan was named, 75
Bold ’mid his kin (he was Ceola’s son),
Who the first man with his dart shot down
That there most boldly stepped on the bridge. 
There stood with Wulfstan warriors fearless,
AElfhere and Maccus, courageous the twain; 80
At the ford they would not seek safety in flight,
But firm ’gainst the foes themselves they defended,
The while that they weapons were able to wield. 
When they that perceived and earnestly saw
That there bridge-fenders [so] fierce they found, 85
Began to lie these loathly guests: 
Begged that out-going they might obtain,
Fare o’er the ford, their footmen lead. 
Then gan the earl on account of his pride
Leave too much land to the loathly people. 90
Began then to call o’er the water cold
The son[12] of Byrhthelm (the warriors listened): 
“Now room is allowed you, come quickly to us,
Warriors to war; wot God alone
Who this battle-field may be able to keep.” 95
Waded the war-wolves, for water they recked not,
The wikings’ band, west over Panta,
O’er the clear water carried their shields,
Boatmen to bank their bucklers bore. 
There facing their foes ready were standing 100
Byrhtnoth with warriors:  with shields he bade
The war-hedge[13] work, and the war-band hold
Fast ’gainst the foes.  Then fight was nigh,
Glory in battle; the time was come
That fated men should there [now] fall. 105
Then out-cry was raised, the ravens circled,
Eagle eager for prey; on earth was uproar. 
Then they let from their fists the file-hardened spears,
The darts well-ground, [fiercely][14] fly forth: 
The bows were busy, board point received, 110
Bitter the battle-rush, warriors fell down,
On either hands the youths lay dead. 
Wounded was Wulfmaer, death-rest he chose,
Byrhtnoth’s kinsman, with bills[15] was he,
His sister’s son, mightily hewn. 115
There was to the wikings recompense given;
Heard I that Edward one of them slew
Strongly with sword, stroke he withheld not,
That fell at his feet the fated warrior;
For that did his prince give thanks to him, 120
To his bower-thane,[16] when he had opportunity. 
So firmly stood the fierce-in-mind,
The youths in fight, eagerly thought
Who there with his spear might soonest be able
From a fated man the life to win, 125
A warrior with weapons:  the dead to earth fell. 
Steadfast they stood; strengthened them Byrhtnoth,
Bade that each youth of battle should think
He who on the Danes glory would gain.