Stern Drontheim’s troops I quelled in fight;
Dire was the conflict, ’mid the throng,
While pealed the war shouts loud and long:
I slew their chieftain;—still in vain
I mourn a Russian maid’s disdain!
I’ve stemmed the troublous ocean’s tide,
And met the tempest in its pride;
When darkly scowled the foaming deep,
My bark has cleft the billows’ sweep.
Full dangerous were my toils and vain;