Romantic Ballads, Translated from the Danish; and Miscellaneous Pieces by George Henry Borrow
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Svend Vonved binds his sword to his side, It lists him farther to ride, to ride; He rode along by the grene shaw; {12} The Brute-carl {13} there with surprise he saw. Look out, look out, Svend Vonved. A wild swine sat on his shoulders broad, Upon his bosom a black bear snor'd; And about his fingers, with hair o'erhung, The squirrel sported, and weasel clung. Look out, look out, Svend Vonved. "Now, Brute-carl, yield thy booty to me, Or I will take it by force from thee. Say, wilt thou quickly thy beasts forego, Or venture with me to bandy a blow? Look out, look out, Svend Vonved. "Much rather, much rather, I'll fight with thee, Than thou my booty should'st get from me; I never was bidden the like to do, Since good King Esmer in fight I slew." Look out, look out, Svend Vonved. "And did'st thou slay King Esmer fine? Why, then thou slewest dear father mine; And soon, full soon, shalt thou pay for him, With the flesh hackt off from thy every limb!" Look out, look out, Svend Vonved. |
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