The heart of Sir Thor with joy beat loud
When they described the damsel proud.
He spoke to his men, so gallant and stout,
Who were to attend him in his rout:
“We must quickly away, so ready make,
I’ve sworn an oath I dare not break,
“As soon as the lovely rose was found,
To her o’er land and sea to bound.”
They hoisted their sails on the yard so high,
And out of the haven away they fly.
So gay thence sailed they every one,
To Sweden in less than a month they won.
The noble he steered his ship to the land,
Sir Thor was the first who stepped on the sand.
The knight he sprang on his courser red:
“God help us now to this lovely maid.”
As they through the land of Sweden hied,
The folks received them with joy and pride.
To Sir Sallemand’s house came Sir Thor on his steed,
Erect in his sables stood the Swede.