Transcribed from the 1914 Thomas J. Wise pamphlet by David Price, email ccx074@pglaf.org

TORD OF HAFSBOROUGH and other ballads

and other ballads

by GEORGE BORROW

by

London: PRINTED FOR PRIVATE CIRCULATION

London

1914

p. 4Copyright in the United States of America by Houghton, Mifflin and Co. for Clement Shorter.

p. 4

p. 5TORD OF HAFSBOROUGH

p. 5

It was Tord of Hafsborough, O’er the verdant wold would ride, And there he lost his hammer of gold,  ’Twas lost for so long a tide.

It was Tord of Hafsborough, His brother he addressed: “Thou shalt away to the Norland hills, My hammer be thy quest.”

It was Lokke Leyemand, A feather robe o’er him drew; And away to the Norland mountains high O’er the briny sea he flew.

p. 6In the midst of the castle yard He smoothèd his array; Then straight he took to the castle hall, To the carlish Count his way.

p. 6

“Be welcome, Lokke Leyemand, Be welcome my castle to; Say! how fare things in Hafsborough? With the land how does it go?”

“O, well fare things in Hafsborough, And well in the country all; Tord has his golden hammer lost, Therefore seek I your hall.”

“Tord he shall not his hammer get, Thou back may’st carry him word; Full five-and-ninety fathoms deep It lies in 

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