“I will give to thee a sword
   In thy youthful hand to bear;
Thou therewith mayst iron cleave,
   E’en as though it water were.”

Kamper stands on Birtingsborough,
   Thence so far he sees and wide:
“What can be that little wreck
   Hitherward that seems to glide?”

It was little Grimmer bold
   Steered his vessel straight to land;
’Twas the bulky Kamper then
   Tow’rds him stretched a friendly hand.

“Welcome, little Grimmer, be!
   Here no harm thou hast to fear;
Half my land I’ll give to thee,
   And my sister’s daughter dear.”

p. 8“Ne’er will I that Ingeborg,
   My beloved, should hear such shame,
That I thy sister’s daughter took,
   And thy friend that I became.

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