While hymned the bard the chieftain’s praise,
And sang their deed of battle days,
To cheer my love, my royal love,
In the golden long ago.
She wore a stately diadem—
In the golden long ago;
Wrought by a cunning craftsman’s hand,
And fashioned from a battle brand,
Full fit for the queen of a soldier land;
Her sceptre was a sabre keen,