Of the fierce Dragon of the north,
Yclept by nations Kattegat.
There, built of finest muscle-shell,
Amidst vast beds of sea-weed bright,
The vaulted hall appears in sight,
Where Ægir ever lov’d to dwell.
While raging Ran o’er ocean flew,
By his pearl-jug was Ægir seen;
And now he drank, and now he blew
For pastime in his conque marine.