Transcribed from the 1913 Thomas J. Wise pamphlet by David Price, email ccx074@pglaf.org

YOUNG SWAIGDER or THE FORCE OF RUNES and other ballads

or

and other ballads

by GEORGE BORROW

by

London: printed for private circulation

London

printed for private circulation

1913

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

p. 4

p. 5YOUNG SWAIGDER or THE FORCE OF RUNES

p. 5

or

It was the young Swaigder, With the little ball he played; The ball flew into the Damsel’s lap, And pale her cheeks it made.

The ball flew into the Damsel’s bower. He went of it in quest; Before he out of the bower came, Much care had filled his breast!

“The ball, the ball thou shouldst not fling, Shouldst cast it not at me; There sits a maid in a foreign land, She sighs and weeps for thee.

p. 6“Thou never more shalt peace obtain, Or close in sleep thine eyes, Till thou has freed the lovely maid, In thrall for thee that lies.”

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