1. Let the orator lament for every homestead laid waste
Boasting their feasts of carrion and shreds

2. So that hands are thrust through the collars of coats
As is their custom with pork well basted

3. When provisions drew near, I was wont to wax ravenous
For every small portion, though stale as scraps

4. To partake of a kinsman's leavings is no shame
A portion is as though it were spoils of war