“Hear thou, Damsel, what word I say
Wilt follow me now to Norroway?”
“I’ll follow thee gladly to Norroway’s land,
If I with thee can reach the strand.”
The Damsel she was a lily flower,
She followed Sir Thor to the rugged shore.
He took her tenderly by the waist,
And on the gilt prow the Damsel placed.
Sir Thor spread his sail on the yard-arm good,
And out to the open sea he stood.
The wind filled bravely the silken sail,
The ship sprang lightly before the gale.
Sir Thor he waved his hat with delight,
“Bid ye, Sir Sallemand, a long good night
“And tell the Duke, when he comes to wed,
That Thor has taken his plighted maid.”
A messenger swift Sir Sallemand hailed:
“Away with thy daughter Sir Thor has sailed!”
To that Sir Sallemand replied:
“She was his own betrothed bride.”