When her face she view’d in the stream beneath,
She never could cease repining.
But Lok sat under the green-wood tree,
Like the cunning fox by his hole:
Now the earth felt a shock, and began to rock,
And the thunder began to roll.
And well he knows what that sound betides;
’Twas a sign that Thor was coming:
So, changed to a salmon, he quickly glides
All into the flood so foaming.