It was Sivard Snarenswayne,
Through the portal in rode he;
Then dames fifteen of beauteous mien
Before him bent their knee.
The Dane King to his merry men spake:
“I rede ye treat him fair;
I tell to ye for a verity
No jesting he will bear.”
It was Sivard Snarenswayne,
He made his courser bound
Ten ells and more the ramparts o’er,
And thus his death he found.
From his gilded selle down Sivard fell,
Snapped Grayman’s back outright;
Wept great and small in the Monarch’s hall
For the wizard steed and knight.
SIR GUNCELIN’S WEDDING
It was the Count Sir Guncelin,
Who to his mother cried:
“O I in quest of knightly fame
Through foreign lands will ride.”
“And if thou from the land wilt ride,
To help thee on thy way,
I give thee the steed, the wondrous steed,
The good steed Carl the grey.
“I’ll give the steed for thy time of need,
The good grey Carl, but know
No spur of steel must grace thy heel,
Nor helm be on thy brow.
“Never a warrior must thou heed,
But straight thy path pursue,
Till thou in fight engage the knight
Whose name is Ivor Blue.”
It was the Count Sir Guncelin,
By the green hill took his way;
There chanced he to meet little Tilventin,
And bade him promptly stay.