The Damsel she was a lily flower, She followed Sir Thor to the rugged shore.

He took her tenderly by the waist, And on the gilt prow the Damsel placed.

p. 18Sir Thor spread his sail on the yard-arm good, And out to the open sea he stood.

p. 18

The wind filled bravely the silken sail, The ship sprang lightly before the gale.

Sir Thor he waved his hat with delight, “Bid ye, Sir Sallemand, a long good night

“And tell the Duke, when he comes to wed, That Thor has taken his plighted maid.”

A messenger swift Sir Sallemand hailed: “Away with thy daughter Sir Thor has sailed!”

To that Sir Sallemand replied: “She was his own betrothed bride.”

But her mother said with a grimly frown: “They soon shall sink to the bottom down.

“For I will cause a storm to blow, Shall make them both to the bottom go.”

Proud Mette and her nine witches hoar, They hurried screaming to the shore.

p. 19She waked on the sea a tempest blast, The sand from the bottom the waves upcast.

p. 19

For seven long days, and long nights seven, Together were blended earth and heaven.

But all the mother could send for their hurt, With ease the daughter could avert.

“O woe is me, how rash my part, When I taught her all my secret art!”

There was none on board that tide Who was able the ship to guide,

Save Damsel Thure, save her alone, And of her little pages one.

“Thou little page, if thou’lt stand by me, Full fairly I reward will thee.

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