Page 1 at [0.7N, 60.6W] (west of Sharkey's Slough)
- 'Now hear the lay of Old Mad Ubb
- Drowned his brother in the washing-tub
- Sunk his bones in the boggy pools
- Stole his silver, gold and jewels'
Page 2 inside the Warrens of Tûn Melen, northern room (entrance at [1.7S, 60.5W])
- 'Caught a-thieving by his kin
- Cried cravenly to keep his skin
- Squawk and simper, squeal and sob,
- He fled a-howling from the mob'
Page 3 at [12.0N, 63.4W] (Goblin-gate)
- 'They drove him deep into the bog
- Now he feasts on toad and frog
- Wriggling maggot, worm and grub:
- What a feast for Old Mad Ubb!'
Page 4 inside the Sorrow-well (entrance at [7.0N, 55.9W])
- 'For titbits tender still he yearns,
- With eyes that flare among the ferns:
- For foal and filly, kid and neat,
- And most of all, for children sweet.'
Page 5 at [8.0N, 56.7W] (The Old Ford)
- 'In blackest shadows, his eyes burn
- Rav’ning hungry to return
- Lurking among ling and shrub:
- Weeping, creeping Old Mad Ubb.'
Page 6 at [1.4S, 55.5W] (Blómgard, just north of the stable-master)
- 'When cold wind wails and fir-tree creaks,
- Through the gloom of night he sneaks.
- O’er wooden wall and rooftops thatched,
- Unlocked window, gate unlatched.'
Page 7 at [4.8N, 54.6W] (Hultvís, south of the vendors)
- 'Old Mad Ubb, so quick and deft,
- Snatches, catches, leaves bereft
- The mothers of the babes he claims
- And leaves them crying out their names.'
Page 8 at [4.8N, 54.1W] (back of Hultvís, on the path to Ríkmar's house)
- 'So bolt your doors, make fast the shutters,
- And listen for his moans and mutters.
- Then light your lantern, torch, or lamp,
- To drive him back to dark and damp.'
Page 9 inside Avabárg, hall off the eastern room (entrance at [5.3N, 57.1W])
- 'Somewhere yet he lurks and lingers,
- Scrabbling with his scabby fingers.
- ‘Neath forest dark or dusky hill
- Old Mad Ubb, he hungers still.'
Page 10 just inside the excavation at Tûn Melen (entrance at [1.1S, 61.1W])
- 'Keep close your sons and daughters dear
- Mind the moors and marshes drear
- For when the night grows black and cold
- Comes crawling Ubb the Mad and Old.'
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