Sir Alf he is an Atheling,
Both at Stevn and at Ting. [5]
Know ye little Alf?
Alf he builds a vessel stout,
For he will rove and sail about.
Alf he builds a vessel high,
The trade of pirate he will try.
He draws on the sand a circle mark,
And with a bound he gained the bark.
Upon the prow Alf foremost stood,
And Copenhagen’s koggers view’d.
O’er the wide sea he flung a look,
He knew the course the vessels took.
“There koggers nine salute mine eyes,
All, all they bear shall be my prize.”
Alone into a boat he goes,
And briskly to the koggers rows.
“Well met, ye Courtmen, clad in mail
Unto what haven do ye sail?”
“Unto that haven we are bound,
Where Alf is likeliest to be found.”