“What will ye on the man bestow
Who unto ye Sir Alf can show?”
“Silver and gold to him we’ll give,
All he can wish for shall he receive.
Presents of worth he shall not miss,
The robber’s vessel shall be his.”
“And what shall be the pirates’ lot,
If Alf the pirate escape you not?”
“His mariners we’ll hew and slay,
Himself we will in irons lay.”
“Ha! little Alf ye here may see,
Slight victory ye shall win from me!”
“Up, up and board, my gallant crew,
Cable and rope asunder hew!”
Till he was weary Alf he hew’d,
In fifteen Courtmen’s gore he stood.
He captured all the koggers nine,
And sailed for Norway o’er the brine.
To Rostock in the tiding goes,
Then palened many a cheek of rose.