Peer Gynt.
[Leans with his arms on the bulwark, and gazes
towards the land.]
Look at Hallingskarv[[109]] in his winter furs;—
He’s ruffling it, old one, in the evening glow.
The Jokel,[[109]] his brother, stands behind him askew;
He’s got his green ice-mantle still on his back.
The Folgefånn,[[109]] now, she is mighty fine,—
Lying there like a maiden in spotless white.
Don’t you be madcaps, old boys that you are!