Up to the knees of the maiden they bore the hammer of gold.
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Up she rose, the bride, and took the hammer in her hand;
Good sooth, I say, she swung it light as a willow wand!
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She slew the King o’ the Giants, that Troll so fierce and grim,
And the lesser Trolls that sought the feast, she slew them after him.
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It was little Loki that spake a merry jest:
“Our father he is a widow now, to lead him home were best!”