“Fun Andadr loves;
He makes faces and sneers,
And the monarch doth laugh
At the loon without ears.
There are others who bear
Burning brands from the fire
Stick a torch ’neath their belt,
Yet ne’er singe their attire;
Some that dance on their heels,
Or that tumble and spring—
O ’tis gay in the hall
Of high Harald the king!”
ERIK EMUN AND SIR PLOG
Early at morn the lark sang gay—
(All underneath so green a hill)
Sir Carl by his bed put on his array—
(The Danish King will ’venge his fill).
He drew on his shirt as white as milk,
Then his doublet foisted with verdant silk.
His legs in his buckskin boots he placed,
And around them his gilded spurs he braced.
His gilded spurs there around he braced,
And away to the Ting he rode in haste.
Sir Carl he galloped along the way,
Such wondrous things he proved that day.
Sir Carl he galloped up to the Ting,
The crowd before him scattering.
To warriors nine the Dane-king cries:
“Bind ye Sir Carl before my eyes.”