Now rose the blazes toward the sky,
Red, terrible,
His heroes’ death the King thereby
Could see right well.
Sir Peter’s word he then made good,
His host retires;
But in his path the steen it stood,
And on him fires.
Thus for Norroway fight the Norsemen.
Magnificent ’midst corse and blood
Glowed Frederekshal;
Illum’d its own men’s courage proud,
And Swedesmen’s fall.
Whoe’er saw pile funereal flame
So bright as then?
Sure never shall expire thy name,
O Colbiornsen!
Thus for Norroway fight the Norsemen.
KRAGELILL
’Twas noised about, ’twas noised about,
Full far ’twas noised I ween;
King Sigurd has his daughter lost,
She stolen from him has been.
It was gallant King Sigurd then
His bonnet he put on;
And he away to the high, high hall
To his courtmen and knights is gone.
They cast the die upon the board,
The die it rolled around;
It fell upon Regnfred, the King’s son,
He to seek the maid is bound.
About the world for one winter,
And for winters five he sought;
But he in all that weary tide
Could hear of the maiden nought.
It was Regnfred, the King’s son,
Through the green wood rode his way;
And there met him a little stranger lad,
About the break of day.
“Now do thou hear, thou stranger lad,
All that I say to thee;
The very next maid that thou know’st of
Do thou shew unto me.”