In the poem, Höfuðlausn (Head Ransom) in chapter 60 and is written runhent meter. Egill saved his own life when he was in the power of King Eiríkr blóðøx Haraldsson in York by composing this poem overnight and reciting it to the king the next morning. It is simply a poem of praise to the king, in drápa form, having repeated "refrains" throughout the poem. (Else Roesdahl, The Vikings)

West over water I fared
bearing poetry's waves to the shore
of the war-god's heart
my course was set.
I launched my oaken craft
at the breaking of ice,
loaded my cargo of praise
aboard my longboat aft.

The warrior welcomed me,
to him my praise is due.
I carry Odin's mead
to England's meadows.
The leader I laud,
sing surely his praise;
I ask to be heard,
an ode I can devise.

And so, I try my hand...*grins*

West over waters did I sail,
when the ice did break,
searching for kinder shores.

Niord, guide my hand,
as my poetry sings of a new land.
Where, Sif, Hoenir and Frigg,
sing of warrior'' deeds,
great they will be,
in that other-land.

Our leader, I do laud,
his wisedom in sending,
Vikings abroad.

There! Ahead, a land like
no other, the poets did speak,
the Vinland, the homeland
of the Vikings does speak.

Calling us onward,
into this land,
Nerthus, blesses us with her light,
as the longboats glide onto a shadowed
shore, we welcome this gift of Woden,
with songs and send back our praises,
of Thiu the Jarl.

*wants to bow, but remembers...grins and Stares*