Grimmer and Kamper, The End of Sivard Snarenswayne, and Other Ballads

Transcribed from the 1913 Thomas J. Wise pamphlet by David Price, email ccx074@pglaf.org
by GEORGE BORROW
London: printed for private circulation
1913
Copyright in the United States of America by Houghton , Mifflin & Co. for Clement Shorter .
Grimmer walks upon the floor, Well can Grimmer wield his sword: “Give to me fair Ingeborg, For the sake of Christ our Lord.”
“Far too little art thou, lad, Thou about thee canst not hack; When thou comest ’mong other kemps, Ever do they drive thee back.”
“Not so little, Sire, am I, I myself full well can guard; When I fight with kempions I Gallantly can ply my sword.”
“Kamper dwells in Birting’s land, For a stalwart kemp he’s known; Thou shalt wed my daughter, if Thou to earth canst hew him down.”
Rage and grief his bosom filled, Grimmer through the door retires: “What answer did my father give?” Beauteous Ingeborg inquires.
“Kamper dwells in Birting’s land, And he bears a warlike name; If I him to death can smite, I may thee with honour claim.”