He rode and lilted, he rode and sang,

Then met he by chance Sir Thulé Vang;

Sir Thule Vang, with his twelve sons bold,

All cased in iron, the bright and cold. Look out, look out, Svend Vonved.

Svend Vonved took his sword from his side,

He fain would battle with knights so tried;

The proud Sir Thulé he first ran through,

And then, in succession, his sons he slew.

Look out, look out, Svend Vonved.

Svend Vonved binds his sword to his side,

It lists him farther to ride, to ride; He rode along by the grené shaw, The Brute-carl there with surprise he saw.

Look out, look out, Svend Vonved..

A wild swine sat on his shoulders broad,

Upon his bosom a black bear snored; And about his fingers with hair o'erhung,

The squirrel sported and weasel clung.

Look out, look out, Svend Vonved.

"Now, Brute-carl, yield thy booty

to me,

Or I will take it by force from thee. Say, wilt thou quickly thy beasts forego,

Or venture with me to bandy a blow?"

Look out, look out, Svend Vonved.

"Much rather, much rather, I'll fight with thee,

Than thou my booty should get from

me:

I never was bidden the like to do, Since good King Esmer in fight I slew."

Look out, look out, Svend Vonved.

"And didst thou slay King Esmer fine?

Why, then thou slewest dear father mine;

They fought for a day, they fought for two,

And so on the third they were fain to do;

But ere the fourth day reached the night,

The Brute-carl fell, and was slain outright.

Look out, look out, Svend Vonved.

Svend Vonved binds his sword to his side,

Farther and farther he lists to ride; He rode at the foot of a hill so steep, There saw he a herd as he drove the sheep.

Look out, look out, Svend Vonved.

"Now listen, Herd, with the fleecy

care;

Listen, and give me answers fair.

Look out, look out, Svend Vonved.

"What is rounder than a wheel? Where do they eat the holiest meal? Where does the sun go down to his seat?

And where do they lay the dead man's feet?

Look out, look out, Svend Vonved.

"What fills the valleys one and all? What is clothed best in the monarch's hall?

What cries more loud than cranes can cry?

And what in whiteness the swan out

vie?

Look out, look out, Svend Vonved.

"Who on his back his beard doth wear?

Who 'neath his chin his nose doth bear?

"Now tell me, Rider, noble and good,

Where does the fish stand up in the flood?

Where do they mingle the best, best wine?

And where with his knights does Vidrick dine?

Look out, look out, Svend Vonved."

"The fish in the East stands up in the flood.

They drink in the North the wine so good.

In Halland's hall does Vidrick dine, With his swains around, and his warriors fine."

Look out, look out, Svend Vonved.

From his breast Svend Vonved a gold ring drew,

At the foot of the knight the gold ring he threw;

"Go! say thou wert the very last man

Who gold from the hand of Svend Vonved wan."

Look out, look out, Svend Vonved.

Then in he went to his lonely bower,

There drank he the wine, the wine of power;

His much-loved harp he played

upon

Till the strings were broken every

one.

Look out, look out, Svend Vonved, Translated from the old Danish by GEORGE BORROW.

THE WILD HUNTSMAN.

THE Wildgrave winds his bugle-horn, To horse, to horse! halloo, halloo! His fiery courser snuffs the morn, And thronging serfs their lord

pursue.

The eager pack, from couples freed, Dash through the bush, the brier, the brake;

While answering hound, and horn, and steed,

The mountain echoes startling wake.