Eumaeus The Swineherd

Twelve herds on the mainland's shore

Gathering slaughter I wait

I'll bring you my finest boar

Driving the droves to their fate

I am a swineherd awaiting my master's return

From the city of Troy

The anger of Gods increase

Gathering slaughter to burn

The baying of hounds won't cease

Long for their master they yearn

Suitors will fall to the hand of my master

Upon his triumphant return

The insolent suitors boast

Carelessly stalking their prey

I'm ranging the island's coast

Searching my mind for a way

I am a swineherd impatiently waiting

The spilling of blood on that day