ANGELFYR AND HELMER THE WARRIOR[°]
1. Offue he dwelt in Uthiss-kier,
Both rich and bold was he;
And when two sons were born to him,
He vowed they should warriors be.
Refrain: But the tempest from the North
Lashes dark and troubled billows
On the gleaming waste of sand.[1]
2. It was Young Helmer the Warrior;
He bade them saddle his steed: