When he had the victory won,
Little space he tarried there;
Joyous sailed his men away,
Joyous with their booty fair.
Standing on the battlement,
Looks the Damsel towards the strand:
“Yonder I my youth espy,
See his vessel touch the strand.”
Thanks to brave young Grimmer be,
For his faith he kept so well;
On next Monday morn, at dawn,
Grimmer’s bridal feast befell.
MIMMERING TAN
The smallest man was Mimmering
E’er born in the land of Carl the King.
And ere he into the world was brought
His clothes already were for him wrought.
Ere yet he could walk across the floor,
A ponderous iron cuirass he bore.
And ere he had learnt to ride, to ride,
His father’s sword to his hip he tied.
The first time he his sword could bear
A better knight breathed not the air.
So down he went to the salt sea strand,
As the merchants lay before the land.