small, and thou wast tall, Thy prowess I admire; I only struck thy knee because I could not reach thee higher.”

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Then took the bold Orm Ungerswayne His faulchion on his back, And to the ocean strand he goes As fast as he could make.

It was bold Orm Ungerswayne He paced the yellow sand, And lo! Sir Tord of Valland came Swift sailing to the land.

Foremost upon the gilded prow The Tord of Valland stands: “O who is yonder little man That walks upon the sands?”

“O I am Orm, the youthful swain, A kempion bold and fine; ’Twas I that slew the Berner Jutt, That uncle dear of thine.”

p. 14“If thou hast slain the Berner Jutt, That uncle dear of mine, ’Twas I the King of Ireland slew, Beloved father thine.”

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It was Tord of Valland then With faulchion struck the earth: “Never will I make amends By gold or money’s worth.”

It was bold Orm Ungerswayne, He grasped his faulchion’s hilt: “In vengeance for my father then Shall valiant blood be spilt.”

It was the bold Orm Ungerswayne He drew his trusty sword, And at a single blow smote off The head of Valland’s Tord.

Valland’s Tord he slew, and then His followers every one; Then speeds he to the monarch’s house To claim the maid he’d won.

p. 15Then took the bold Orm Ungerswayne The Atheling in his arm: “Thou art my own, fair maid, for thee I have confronted harm.”

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O’er Helmer Isle the tidings run As fast as levin fire, That Orm the lovely maid has won, And has avenged his sire.

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p. 16London: Printed for THOMAS J. WISE, Hampstead, N.W. Edition limited to thirty Copies.

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