Totter Frithiof’s gallant men;
Though each leans upon his weapon,
Scarcely upright stand they then.
Björn, on pow’rful shoulder, dareth
Four to carry to the land;
Frithiof, all alone, eight beareth,—
Sets them so round the upblaz’d brand.
’Nay! ye white-fac’d, shame not!
Waves are mighty Vikings;
Hard’s the unequal struggle—