10 Several Species Of Small Furry Animals Gathered Together In A Cave And Grooving With A Pict
Modern English translation:
A bit of mackerel and crab in the ruin and fear, and then I trekked down through the hillside farmland. I tripped and fell hard in some mud, and I shivered, and I cried with the fear of falling in battle, never to rise again. And then, with a cry of "Mary!", I tucked my shirt into my belt and I raised my sword and waved it above my head as I ran down, down a small path, and back into the fields, the bloodied mud caking on my feet. “Never”, I cried. “Never will you take me alive, you rotten dog of Hillside Creek!” Well, I struck for his blade, but he parried and thrust, and I fell down before his feet. And he cried in anguish, from the bottom of his heart, that I would not submit, but would instead die a valorous death. And the wind cried "Mary..."