The Giant’s sister entered in,
Greedy a bridal-gift to win:
“Give me thy ring of red, red gold,
If thou my love wouldst have and hold!”
The King o’ the Giants, he up and cried:
“Bear in the hammer to hallow the bride!
To the maiden’s knees now Miöllni bring,
And Var shall hallow our hand-fasting.”
Deep in his breast laughed the heart of Thor,
When his hammer he held once more!
He slew the King o’ Giants, Thrym,
And all his race smote after him.
He smote the Giant’s sister old,
She who begged a gift of gold—
For pence, a pound was what she won,
And a hammer-blow for a gay guerdòn!
Thus back to his hammer came Odin’s son!
FROM THE DANISH
THE NORSE KING’S BRIDAL
Glad was Sir Kaall in the winter,
All up in the northern land;
Unto the King of Norroway
He’s given his daughter’s hand.
(Woe was her heart in the winter!)
All for the King of Norroway
They spread the bridal-feast—
But it was young Sir Biörn
The maiden loved the best.