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Sigurd the Dragon-Slayer
SIVORD SNARENSVEND1. Anders Sørensen Vedel's version of this is entitled "Siuard Snaren Suend" and is included in his Hundredevisebog ["Hundred-Song-Book](1591). SIVORD SNARENSVENDNOW Sivord slew his stepsire That worked his mother woe, & then to seek his fortune To Court he fain would go. (Oh Gram he paced so proudly under Sigurd.) 2. Sivord before his mother stood With his good sword by his side: " To Court would I fare, my mother dear, Had I a steed to ride. " 3. " Oh Gram is the name of the no blest steed; That Middle Earth has known, & wouldst thou indeed thine errand speed, Then Gram shall be thine own. " 4. Forth did they lead that noble steed; In furious wrath he came, His eyes shone bright as morning star, & from his bit sprang flame. 5. But still as stone stood the courser proud That would bear no varlet's hand, When Sivord doffed his gauntlets both & drew the saddle-band. 198 SIGURD THE DRAGON-SLAYER 6.He bound on his helm of burning gold, & mounted that steed of pride; With many a tear his mother dear Went softly by his side. 7. With many a tear his mother dear Followed him o'er the wold: " Take heed, tak heed of thy furious steed, Use not thy spurs of gold! " 8. " Now mother mine, cease dule & pine, Let all your weeping be! No warrior wight in all the world Can back this steed but me. " 9. Sivord he shook his bridle-rein, & struck with his spurs eftsoon; Thrice sank the sun whilst Gram sped on & thrice uprose the moon. 10. Thrice sank the sun, thrice rose the moon, Ere yet that ride was o'er, & the swain in saddle sat firm & fast Tho' his boots were filled with gore. 11. Then to the kingly hold they came Whose strength no tongue can tell; The doors with iron were bolted fast, The gates were guarded well. SIVORD SNARENSVEND 199 12.The King he stood on lofty tower, & looked forth far & wide; " Behold, I see a madman come, But well can the madman ride! 13. " For either I see some witless wight That well can back a steed, Or Sivord it is, my sister's son, From foughten field doth speed. " 14. Now the bit took Gram his teeth between, & leapt the turret high, In garth he stood with his rider good Ere man could blink an eye. 15. Full many a maiden's rosy cheek Grew pale & wan for fear, But blithely went the King to greet The son of his sister dear-. 16. " Take heed, take heed, my merry men all, That ye show our guest no scorn, For a knight like Sivord Snarensvend Was never of woman born! "
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