With a bright gold ring was his arm array'd,
Full fifteen pounds that gold ring weigh'd,
That has he given the herd, for a meed,
Because he will show him the knights with speed.
Look out, look out, Svend Vonved.

Svend Vonved enter'd the castle yard;
There Randulph, wrapt in his skins, {15} kept guard:
"Ho! Caitiff, ho! with shield and brand,
What art thou doing in this my land?"
Look out, look out, Svend Vonved.

"I will, I will, with my single hand,
Take from thee, Knave, the whole of thy land:
I will, I will, with my single toe,
Lay thee and each of thy castles low."
Look out, look out, Svend Vonved.

"Thou shalt not, with thy single hand,
Take from me, Hound, an inch of my land;
And far, far less, shalt thou, with thy toe,
Lay me or one of my castles low.
Look out, look out, Svend Vonved.

"Thou shalt not e'er, with finger of thine,
Strike asunder one limb of mine; {16}
I am for thee too woxen and stark,
As thou, to thy cost, shalt quickly mark."
Look out, look out, Svend Vonved.