“Of thy beauteous self, dear Damsel, take heed,
Ne’er enter the house of Sir Samsing, I rede.
“Sir Samsing possesses two nightingales
Who tell of the Ladies such wondrous tales.
“With their voices of harmony they can declare
Whether maiden or none has fallen to his share.”
The chariot they stopped in the green wood shade,
An exchange ’twixt them of their clothes they made.
They change of their dress whatever they please,
Their faces they cannot exchange with like ease.
To Sir Samsing’s house the bride they conveyed,
Of the ruddy gold no spare was made.
On the bridal throne the bride they plac’d,
They skinked the mead for the bride to taste.
Then said from his place the court buffoon,
“Methinks thou art Ingefred not Gudrune.”
From off her hand a gold ring she took,
Which she gave the buffoon with entreating look.
Said he: “I’m an oaf and have drunk too hard,
To words of mine pay no regard.”