Tord of Hafsborough, and Other Ballads
fly, They but retired, the fight anew Unawed to ply. p. 18Now o’er the bodies of his slain His way Carl makes; He thinks he has the city ta’en, But he mistakes. Thus for Norroway fight the Norsemen.

p. 18

A speedy death his soldiers found Where’er they came; For Norse were posted all around, And greeted them; Then Carl he sent, but sorely vext, To Fredereksteen, And begg’d that he might bury next His slaughtered men. Thus for Norroway fight the Norsemen.

“No time, no time to squander e’er Have Norsemen bold, He came self-bidden ’mongst us here,”  Thus Carl was told; p. 19“If we can drive him back agen, We now must try!”  And it was Peter Colbiornsen Made that reply. Thus for Norroway fight the Norsemen.

p. 19

Lo! from the town the flames outburst, High-minded men! And he who fired his house the first Was Colbiornsen. Eager to quench the fire, the foes Make quick resort, But bullets fell as fast as snows Down from the fort. Thus for Norroway fight the Norsemen.

Now rose the blazes toward the sky, Red, terrible, His heroes’ death the King thereby Could see right well. p. 20Sir Peter’s word he then made good, His host retires; But in his path the steen it stood, And on him fires. Thus for Norroway fight the Norsemen.

p. 20

Magnificent ’midst corse and blood Glowed Frederekshal; Illum’d its own men’s courage proud, And Swedesmen’s fall. Whoe’er saw pile funereal flame So bright as then? Sure never shall expire thy name, O Colbiornsen! Thus for Norroway fight the Norsemen.

p. 21KRAGELILL

p. 21

’Twas noised about, ’twas noised about, Full far ’twas noised I ween; King Sigurd has his daughter lost, She stolen from him has been.

It was gallant King Sigurd then His bonnet he put on; And he away to the high, high hall To his courtmen and knights is gone.

They cast the die upon the board, The die it rolled around; It fell upon Regnfred, the King’s son, He to seek the maid is bound.

p. 22About the world for one winter, And for winters five he sought; But he in all that weary tide Could hear of the maiden nought.


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