Alf he dwells at Odderskier,
Is rich and bold withal;
Two stout and stalwart sons has he
Whom men do kempions call.
Yes, two stout sons of mighty fame
Has Alf of Odderskier;
Of the king who dwells on Upsal fells
They love the daughter fair.
It was youthful Helmer Kamp,
From stall his courser led;
“O I will hie me up the land
And the king’s fair daughter wed.”
It was youthful Angelfyr
He sprang on his courser’s back:
“And I will ride to Upsal too,
Though the earth beneath me crack.”
And when they entered the castle yard
They doffed their cloaks of skin;
Then straight they strode to the high, high hall,
To the monarch of Upsal in.
In came youthful Helmer Kamp,
With grace and beauty rife:
“O King, thy daughter dear I love,
Wilt give her me for wife?”
In came youthful Angelfyr,
His steely helmet shone:
“O King, give up thy daughter to me,
And straight from the land begone.”
Then answered soon the Upsal-King,
And a brave reply he gave:
“On my daughter I’ll no husband force,
She’ll choose whom she will have.”
“Now many thanks, dear father, that
Thou leav’st the choice to me;
I’ll plight me to young Helmer Kamp,
He’s like a man to see.
“But I’ll not have young Angelfyr,
He’s an ugly Trold to view;
His father so is, his mother so is,
So are all his kindred too.”