“If ever a one of you comes to land
And meets my mother dear,
Tell her I dwell in the king his court
In mirth and goodly cheer!”
Seven and seventy there they sailed
Over the billows blue;
And only five came home again
Of those liege-men tall and true.
Now we will up to the goodly kirk,
High God His grace to pray
All for the soul of good Sir John,
For his corse is cast away.
All out, all out by Boringholm
The tides they run amain,
And there floats many a goodly corse
Will ne’er come home again!
(For the sea she taketh so many.)
SIR DALEBO’S VENGEANCE
Sir Dalebo built him a ship so great,
The king himself had not its mate.
They knew not Sir Dalebo Jonsen.
The king from his window was looking forth so free;
“Whose is the gallant ship a-sailing in the sea?”
“Now that is Sir Dalebo Jonsen’s.”
Up spake the king to his captains bold:
“Bind him, Sir Dalebo, have him and hold!
Bind him, Sir Dalebo Jonsen!”
Up sprang the captains on their steeds of dapple grey,
And forth they galloped faster than a bird can fly away—
For they knew not Dalebo Jonsen!