Foul dwimmerlaik, war carrion,
Would undertake so foul deed on
Brave Boromir, to fight until
His dying breath, honor fulfilled.
A battle cry and horn that blew,
So loud and fierce, that all then knew,
Brave Boromir was on his way,
Evil’d best be gone that day.
Fighting hard, near destiny,
At his back orcs all to see
Brave Boromir, he killed two score,
But round the bend came many more.
Not in time to save his life,
His friends came late upon his strife,
To see his tears of oath avowed,
He fought so well, this man so proud.