“Hail, daughter fair of Elfland’s King, Whom here I see in costly wede! I beg for love of the God above That thou to me my dream wilt rede.

p. 7“Methought I was in Heaven’s domain, Within that place so fair to view, And held to my breast my loved one prest, When down I sank the cloudlets through.”

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“Thy dreaming thou wast in heaven, doth mean That thou shalt win the damsel proud; But that thou shalt die for her is shown By thy falling through the little cloud.”

“And if for me it destined be  To win the maid for whom I sigh, I’ll ne’er complain if Fate ordain That afterwards for her I die.”

Sir Hafbur lets his hair grow long, And maiden’s clothes he caused be made; And away he rode to the high abode Of Siward King, to learn to braid.

For himself he clothes has caused be made, All such as high born damsels wear; Then away rode he o’er hill and lea To seek King Siward’s daughter fair.

p. 8When he had reached the castle yard In haste he smoothed his array; To the hall of state where ladies wait, And maids, then swift he takes his way.

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“Now hail to you, ye lovely dames, And hail ye, maids of high degree! And hail the child that’s Signild styled, The Dane King’s child, if here she be!

“Hail Signild, daughter of the King, Who here art spinning silken thread; Sir Hafbur me has sent to thee That thou mayst teach me how to braid.”

“If thou dost come by Hafbur sent, A welcome guest thou here shalt be; What I can impart of the braiding art I’ll willingly impart to thee.

“Whate’er I know of the braiding art I’ll willingly to thee disclose; And thou thy meat from my dish shalt eat, And with my best loved maid repose.”

p. 9“O I have eat with princely maids, And by their sides have often lain; I should pine, I trow, if bid to go To bed with one of the servant train.”

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“Well do not grieve my pretty may! We’ll do thee no disgrace nor harm; And thou thy meat from my dish shalt eat, And thou shalt sleep within my arm.”

And there sat all the damsels proud, And with their work dispatch they made, Save Hafbur alone, the King’s 

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