Proud Signild, and Other Ballads

Transcribed from the 1913 Thomas J. Wise pamphlet by David Price, email ccx074@pglaf.org. Many thanks to Norfolk and Norwich Millennium Library, UK, for kindly supplying the images from which this transcription was made.
by GEORGE BORROW
London: printed for private circulation 1913
Copyright in the United States of America by Houghton , Mifflin & Co. for Clement Shorter .
Proud Signild’s bold brothers have taken her hand, They’ve wedded her into a far distant land.
They’ve wedded her far from her own native land, To her father’s foul murderer gave they her hand.
And so for eight winters the matter it stood, Their face for eight winters she never once view’d.
Proud Signild she brews, and the ruddy wine blends; To her brothers so courteous a bidding she sends.
Sir Loumor then laughed to his heart’s very core— Not once had he laughed for eight winters before.
To the top of the castle proud Signild she goes, And thence she so many a wistful look throws.
And now she perceives down the green hillock’s side Her seven bold brothers so furiously ride.
Proud Signild she stands on the castle’s high peak, She hears in the courtyard her seven brothers speak.