The best among the blades of steel,
With which no other arm could vie:
He granted, not to die forlorn
Of love himself, the giant’s prayer;
Gave him his sword, and in return
Receiv’d a nymph of beauty rare.
Much Gerda lov’d her consort Frey;
Apart they never more could dwell:
His portrait Frey did far excel;
He won the greatest victory: