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This is one of those Ballads which from the days of Arild	A
have been much sung in Denmark we find in it the names and	A
bearings of most of those renowned heroes who are mentioned	A
separately in other poems It divides itself into two	B
parts the first which treats of the warrior's	C
bearings has a great resemblance to the th chapter of	D
the Vilkina Saga as likewise has the last part wherein the	E
Duel is described to the th and st chapters of the	E
same	F
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I cannot here forbear quoting and translating what Anders	C
Sorensen Vedel the good old Editor of the first Edition of	D
the Kiaempe Viser which appeared in says concerning	G
the apparently superhuman performances of the heroes therein	H
celebrated	A
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Hvad ellers Kiaempernes Storlemhed Styrke og anden	H
Vilkaar berorer som overgaaer de Menneskers der nu leve	I
deres Vaext og Kraft det Stykke kan ikke her noksom nu	H
forhandles men skal i den Danske Kronikes tredie Bog	J
videligere omtales Thi det jo i Sandhed befindes og	J
bevises af adskillige Documenter og Kundskab at disse	C
gamle Hellede som de kaldes have levet fast laenger og	J
vaeret mandeligere storre staerkere og hoiere end den	H
gemene Mand er som nu lever paa denne Dag	K
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That part which relates to these Warriors' size	C
strength or other qualities so far surpassing the	E
stature and powers of the men who now exist cannot be	L
here sufficiently treated upon but shall be further	M
discussed in the third Book of the Danish Chronicles	C
for in truth it is discovered and proved from various	C
documents and sources that these old heroes as they are	N
called lived much longer and were manlier stouter	N
stronger and taller than man at the present day	A
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Six score there were six score and ten	H
From Hald that rode that day	A
And when they came to Brattingsborg	K
They pitch'd their pavilion gay	K
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King Nilaus stood on the turret's top	O
Had all around in sight	A
Why hold those heroes their lives so cheap	P
That it lists them here to fight	A
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Now hear me Sivard Snaresvend	A
Far hast thou rov'd and wide	A
Those warriors' weapons thou shalt prove	Q
To their tent thou must straightway ride	A
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It was Sivard Snaresvend	A
To the broad tent speeded he then	H
I greet ye fair in my master's name	F
All all ye Dane king's men	H
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Now be not wroth that here I come	R
I come as a warrior free	N
The battle together we soon will prove	Q
Let me your bearings see	N
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There stands upon the first good shield	A
A lion so fierce and stark	K
With a crown on his head of the ruddy gold	A
That is King Diderik's mark	K
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There shine upon the second shield	A
A hammer and pincers bright	A
Them carries Vidrik Verlandson	H
Ne'er gives he quarter in fight	A
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There shines upon the third good shield	A
A falcon blazing with gold	A
And that by Helled Hogan is borne	H
No knight than he more bold	A
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There shines upon the fourth good shield	A
An eagle and that is red	A
Is borne by none but Olger the Dane	H
He strikes his foemen dead	A
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There shines upon the fifth good shield	A
A couchant hawk on a wall	S
That's borne by Master Hildebrand	A
He tries with heroes a fall	S
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And now comes forth the sixth good shield	A
A linden is thereupon	H
And that by young Sir Humble is borne	H
King Abelon's eldest son	H
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There shines upon the seventh good shield	A
A spur of a fashion so free	N
And that is borne by Hogan the less	C
Because he will foremost be	N
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There shines upon the eighth good shield	A
A gray wolf meagre and gaunt	A
Is borne by youthful Ulf van Jern	H
Beware how him you taunt	A
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There shine upon the ninth good shield	A
Three arrows and white are they	K
Are borne by Vidrik Stageson	H
And trust that gallant you may	K
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There shines upon the tenth good shield	A
A fiddle and 'neath it a bow	T
That's borne by Folker Spillemand	A
For drink he will sleep forego	K
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There shines upon the eleventh shield	A
A dragon that looks so dire	N
Is carried by Orm the youthful swain	H
He trembles at no man's ire	N
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And now behold the twelfth good shield	A
And upon it a burning brand	A
Is borne by stout Sir Vifferlin	H
Through many a prince's land	A
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There stands upon the thirteenth shield	A
A sprig of the mournful yew	H
That's borne by Harrald Griskeson	H
And he's a comrade true	H
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There stand upon the fourteenth shield	A
A cloak and a mighty staff	U
And them bore Alsing the stalwart monk	K
When he beat his foes to chaff	U
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And now comes forth the fifteenth shield	A
And upon it three naked blades	C
Are borne by good King Esmer's sons	C
In their wars and furious raids	C
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There stands upon the sixteenth shield	A
With coal black pinion a crow	K
That's borne by rich Count Raadengaard	A
The dark Runes well can he throw	K
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There shines upon the seventeenth shield	A
A horse so stately and high	V
Is borne by Count Sir Guncelin	H
Slay slay bide not is his cry	V
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There shine upon the eighteenth shield	A
A man and a fierce wild boar	N
Are borne by the Count of Lidebierg	K
His blows fall heavy and sore	N
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There shines upon the nineteenth shield	A
A hound at the stretch of his speed	A
Is borne by Oisten Kiaempe bold	A
He risks his neck without heed	A
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There shines upon the twentieth shield	A
Among branches a rose so gay	K
Wherever Sir Nordman comes in war	N
He bears bright honour away	K
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There shines on the one and twentieth shield	A
A vase and of copper 't is made	A
That's borne by Mogan Sir Olgerson	H
He wins broad lands with his blade	A
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And now comes forth the next good shield	A
With a sun dispelling the mirk	K
And that by Asbiorn Milde is borne	H
He sets the knights' backs at work	K
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There shines on the three and twentieth shield	A
An arm in a manacle bound	A
And that by Alvor Sir Lange is borne	H
To the heroes he hands mead round	A
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Now comes the four and twentieth shield	A
And a bright sword there you see	N
And that by Humble Sir Jerfing is borne	H
Full worthy of that is he	N
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There shines upon the next good shield	A
A goss hawk striking his game	F
That's borne by a knight the best of all	S
Sir Iver Blaa is his name	F
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Now comes the six and twentieth shield	A
A jav'lin there you spy	V
Is borne by little Mimring Tan	H
From no one will he fly	V
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Such knights and bearings as were there	N
And who can them all relate	A
It was Sivard the Snaresvend	A
No longer he deign'd to wait	A
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If there be one of the Dane king's men	H
Who at Dyst is willing to ride	A
Let him I pray without pause or delay	K
Meet me by the wild wood's side	A
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The man among you ye Danish court men	H
Who at Dyst has won most meeds	N
Him I am ready to fight this day	K
For both of our noble steeds	N
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The heroes cast the die on the board	A
The die it roll'd so wide	A
Since young Sir Humble it stops by thee	N
'Gainst Sivard thou must ride	A
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Sir Humble struck his hand on the board	A
No longer he lists to play	K
I tell you forsooth that the rosy hue	H
From his cheek fast faded away	K
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Now hear me Vidrik Verlandson	H
Thou art so free a man	H
Do lend me Skimming thy horse this day	K
I'll pledge for him what I can	H
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Eight good castles in Birting's land	A
As pledges for him I'll set	A
My sister too the lily cheek'd maid	A
A fairer thou ne'er hast met	A
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Eight good castles and eight good knights	N
I'd scorn to offer thee less	N
If Skimming should meet any hurt this day	K
My sister thou shalt caress	N
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If yonder mountains all were gold	A
And yonder streams were wine	H
The whole for Skimming I would not take	K
I bless God he is mine	H
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Sivard is a purblind swain	H
Sees not to his faulchion's end	A
If Skimming were hurt thou couldst not pay me	N
With the help of thy every friend	A
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The sword it whirls in Sivard's hand	A
As whirl the sails of the mill	W
If thou take Skimming 'gainst that wild fool	X
'T is sorely against my will	W
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Humble he sat him on Skimming's back	K
So gallantly can he ride	A
But Skimming thought it passing strange	Y
That a spur was clapt to his side	A
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The first course that together they rode	A
So strong were the knightly two	H
Asunder went Humble's saddle ring	K
And a furlong his good shield flew	H
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Methinks thou art a fair young swain	H
And well thy horse canst ride	A
Dismount thee straight and gird up thy steed	A
I am willing for thee to bide	A
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The second course that together they rode	A
Was worthy of knights renown'd	A
Then both their saddles burst in two	H
And Humble was sent to the ground	A
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Now have I cast thee from thy steed	A
Thy courser by right is mine	H
But tell me youthful and gallant swain	H
Who art thou and of what line	H
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Now have I won from thee the prize	N
And Skimming belongs to me	N
But tell me youthful and gallant swain	H
What parents gave birth to thee	N
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Abelon is my father's name	F
He sits upon Birting's throne	H
Queen Ellina my mother is	N
And that for truth is known	H
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Queen Ellina my mother is	N
A Queen whom all admire	N
Good King Abelon Haardestaal	H
So call they my hoary sire	N
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And who am I but Humble the young	K
A knight of Birting's land	A
Of hero race whose fame extends	N
To the wide earth's farthest strand	A
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If Abelon be thy father's name	F
The courser I straight restore	N
Thou art I find my very good friend	A
I knew thee not youth before	N
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If Queen Ellina thy mother is	N
Then Skimming thou hast rewon	H
Thou art indeed my very good friend	A
Thou art my sister's son	H
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Take both the shield ropes take them straight	A
And bind me to yon oak tree	N
Then hie thee back to King Diderik	K
And say thou hast conquer'd me	N
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In came Humble the youthful knight	A
Was clad in a kirtle green	H
O I have got my courser again	H
And have bound the warrior keen	H
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In came Humble with boot and spur	N
He cast on the table his sword	A
Sivard stands in the green wood bound	A
He speaks not a single word	A
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O I have been to the wild forest	A
And have seiz'd the warrior stark	K
Sivard there was taken by me	N
And tied to the oak's rough bark	K
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Now hear me young Sir Humble the knight	A
'T is plain a jest is meant	A
Whenever Sivard was bound by thee	N
'T was done with his own consent	A
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It was Vidrik Verlandson	H
And he would fain know all	H
O I will ride to the wood and see	N
How Sivard endures his thrall	H
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Vidrik spoke to his burly groom	Z
Go saddle me Skimming gray	K
For I will ride to the wood and hear	N
What Sivard himself will say	K
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Sivard stands in the good green wood	A
There sees he Vidrik ride	A
If Vidrik finds me bounden here	N
He'll hew my rib bones from my side	A
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Then loud laugh'd Vidrik Verlandson	H
And Skimming began to neigh	V
For Sivard rooted the oak tree up	A2
He dar'd no longer stay	K
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The queen she sat in the high high loft	A
And thence look'd far and wide	A
O there comes Sivard Snaresvend	A
With a stately oak at his side	A
	-
Then loud laugh'd fair Queen Gloriant	A
As she look'd on Sivard full	H
Thou wert no doubt in great great need	A
When thou such flowers didst pull	H
	-
The King he stood at the castle gate	A
In his robes and kingly crown	H
O there comes Sivard Snaresvend	A
And he brings us Summer to town	H
	-
Now dance the heroes by Brattingsborg	K
They dance in their coats of felt	A
There dances Sivard the purblind swain	H
With an oak tree under his belt	A