hard has Grimmer struck,
   Down to earth young Grimmer fell.

Upstood little Grimmer then
   Quickly little Grimmer rose:
“Thou shalt also stand me one,
   Ere the sun sinks to repose.”

The next blow was Glimmer’s own,
   Fierce he hewed with his right hand;
He hewed on Kamper’s golden helm,
   To his heart down went the brand.

Kamper bellowed as he fell,
   Dead upon the earth so hard:
“Would to God that of my case
   Knew my brother Rodengard!”

Joyous little Grimmer was,
   That the fight to end had come;
Gold and silver much he took,
   To the maid he bore it home.

Blood forth streaming from his wound
   Lies the mighty Kamper dead;
Grimmer lives, the brave young swain,
   Carries off his gold so red.

When he had the victory won,
   Little space he tarried there;
Joyous sailed his men away,
   Joyous with their booty fair.

Standing on the battlement,
   Looks the Damsel towards the strand:
“Yonder I my youth espy,
   See his vessel touch the strand.”

Thanks to brave young Grimmer be,
   For his faith he kept so well;
On next Monday morn, at dawn,
   Grimmer’s bridal feast befell.

MIMMERING TAN

The smallest man was Mimmering
E’er born in the land of Carl the King.

And ere he into the world was brought
His clothes already were for him wrought.

Ere yet he could walk across the floor,
A ponderous iron cuirass he bore.

And ere he had learnt to ride, to ride,
His father’s sword to his hip he tied.

The first time he his sword could bear
A better knight breathed not the air.

So down he went to the salt sea strand,
As the merchants lay before the land.

He saw then, under the steep hill’s side,
A knight with sheeny armour ride.

Coursing came he at headlong speed,
Grim as a lion was his steed.

“Now, gallant Sir Knight, to me attend,
Wilt let me with thee as a shield boy wend?”

“Thou art too little and young, I fear,
My heavy harness thou canst not bear.”

At that word Mimmering wrathful grew,
The Knight from his steed to earth he threw.

And much more harm to him was done,
He smote his head against a stone.

He clomb on the saddle and rode away,
He’ll fain with other knights have a fray.

And when to the green wood he had won,
There met he Vidrik Verlandson.

“Well met, well met, thou stalwart knight,
Say, wilt thou for a fair maid fight?”

Then straightway Vidrik made reply:
“I’ll meet thee, dwarf, or no man am I.”

They fought for a day, they fought for twain,
Neither could from the other the victory gain.

So good stall-brothership vowed have they,
Which should endure to the judgment day.

How should it endure that long time all?
It could not last till evening-fall.

THE END OF SIVARD SNARENSWAYNE

Young Sivard he his step-sire slew
   To avenge his mother’s wrongs;
And now to sport in the Monarch’s court
   Young Sivard sorely longs.

It was Sivard Snarenswayne
   To his mother’s presence strode:
“Say, shall I ride from hence?” he cried,
   “Or wend on foot my road?”