“I see, ’neath Norroway’s mountains proud,
The Dragon bearing of sail a cloud.
“I see, I see, by Norroway’s side,
The Dragon gallantly forward stride!”
On the ribs of the Ox a blow he gave:
“Now faster, faster, over the wave!”
He struck the Ox on the eye with force:
“To the haven much speedier thou must course!”
Then forward the Ox began to leap,
No sailor on deck his stand could keep.
Then cords he took, and his mariners fast
He tied to the vessel’s sheets and mast.
’Twas then, ’twas then, the steersman cried:
“But who shall now the vessel guide?”
His white gloves off Saint Oluf throws,
And he himself to the rudder goes.
“O we will sail o’er cliff and height,
The nearest way like a line of light.”
So o’er the hills and dales they career,
To them they became like water clear.