Blacklille quickly swam to the land,
But down to the bottom sank Hildebrand.
On the Ting stood the damsel at break of day,
Then heard she afar off Blacklille neigh.
Blacklille ran towards the Ting in wrath,
Back scattered both women and men from his path.
Blacklille he kicked, the Raven he hewed,
With the blood of men was his beak embrued.
Black took on his back the fair young dame,
He went from the Ting and with her was tame.
And when they reached the yellow sand,
Upon it was standing Hildebrand.
“Welcome, sweet Kirsten, dear sister mine,
Why is so pallid that cheek of thine?”
“The reason my cheek so pale is seen,
Is because I’ve far from my dear home been.”
“Now let no honest man,” she said,
“Into foreign lands his daughter wed.
“Of gold perhaps he may get a store,
But her happiness goeth for evermore.”