"But had I wist or heard it told
That love so strong should be,
Ne'er had I held those twain apart
For all Denmark given me.
"O hasten and run to Signy's bower
For the life of that sweet thing;
Hasten and run to the gallows high,
No thief is Hafbur the King."
But when they came to Signy's bower
Low it lay in embers red;