She steered the vessel towards the land,
Sir Thor stepped first upon the sand.
The people of Norway thronged the shore,
They welcomed so well their King, Sir Thor.
They welcomed and blest their King, Sir Thor,
But they welcomed and blest his lady more.
The Damsel he took in such gallant way,
He lifted her up on his courser gray.
He bore her to his own castle fair,
Where they did dwell devoid of care.
His bridal with speed and with joy held he,
To his own repose and to her great glee.
He embraced so fondly her dainty frame,
The crown he gave her and Queenly name.
His palace she enters to wone therein,
She dons the scarlet and ermine skin.
The scarlet she wears, and the gold-laced shoe;
May every knight as Sir Thor prove true!
Sir Thor to his faith was steady and true,
And true to her troth was the lady too.