“The Deed Beyond the Deed” Robert E. Howard

Rane o' the Sword, wha' men misca' the fool, 

Has turned his galley to the unco' lands; 

Now in the dragon girten prow he stands. 

Billows abune the token o' his rule, 

Great fold on fold, the rover's banner spread. 

The hard neives dirl the ash ayint the tide 

The war shields klish amain alang the side, 

The red moon hammers dune a sea o' red.

Rane o' the Sword, nae sairly do we greet 

To see your taps'yls scuddin' dune the west, 

Nae muckle love bear we for a' your breed— 

Bluid willna dry like water—yet 'tis meet 

We gi' ye due, that curious unrest 

Wha' gars ye seek the deed beyant the deed.

[from “The Deed Beyond the Deed”; this is the complete poem as it appears in The Collected Poetry of Robert E. Howard , p. 10]