ACT THE SECOND.


The three VALKRIER. They are armed as war-maids, and besides the spears
which hang over their shoulders, each has a short spear in her hand: they
take each other by the hands, and walk in a circle, singing.

ALL THREE. O'er the hill, o'er the dell,
O'er the sea's foamy waters,
Unweariedly ply,
Valhalla, thy daughters,
The blood-dropping wing:
Die, battle, and die!
Is the bidding they bring.

THE FIRST. Not fever's foul pains.

THE SECOND. Not hunger.

THE THIRD. Not chains.

ALL THREE. But fight and delight.
For the brave ever brings,
Valhalla, thy daughters,
By light and by night,
O'er the land and the waters,
With blood-drooping wing.

THE FIRST. The crash of the spear,