the
MERMAID’S PROPHECY
and other
songs relating to queen dagmar

by
GEORGE BORROW

London:
printed for private circulation
1913

SONGS RELATING TO QUEEN DAGMAR

I.  KING VALDEMAR’S WOOING.

Valdemar King and Sir Strange bold
   At table sat one day,
So many a word ’twixt them there passed
   In amicable way.

“Hear Strange, hear! thou for a time
   Thy native land must leave;
Thou shalt away to Bohemia far
   My young bride to receive.”

Then answered Strange Ebbesen,
   To answer he was not slow:
“Who shall attend me of thy liegemen,
   If I to Bohemia go?”

“Do thou take with thee young Lord Limbek,
   Nor leave Olaf Lukke behind;
Take rich Peter Glob, and whomsoe’er
   Shall best please thine own mind.

“Take Sealand’s Bishop, none more learned
   There dwelleth North nor South,
And take Sir Albert of Eskilsea,
   There’s eloquence in his mouth.”

It was the young Sir Strange bold,
   He down to the sea shore wends,
And him King Valdemar himself
   With nobles many attends.

And they sailed over the briny wave,
   They sailed for sennights three,
The nearest way to Bohemia’s bounds,
   They were at heart so free.

They furled their sail, and their anchor dropped,
   To the land they eagerly sped;
So fair a band of knights they were,
   Sir Strange at their head.

When a little up the land they’d won
   They dispatched their messenger,
Should tell to Bohemia’s prince that they
   The Dane-king’s envoys were.

And to speak with him in secrecy
   On a matter of weight they sought;
Then silk upon the earth was spread,
   And before the King they were brought.

“Hail to thee, King of Bohemian Land,
   Thou sittest a prince in state;
To you sends Valdemar, Denmark’s King,
   With your daughter he would mate.”

“Take napkins, Sirs, and water take,
   Sit down at our table board;
We bid ye welcome to our land,
   Fit answer we’ll award.”

To the bower high the monarch sped,
   His Queen’s advice to take:
“Nobles are here from Denmark come,
   And suit for our daughter make.”

“If Valdemar, King of Denmark’s land,
   For our dear daughter woo,
We’ll give her to the powerful man,
   And precious dowry too.”

They decked her with the ruddy gold,
   And her to the hall convey’d;
Sir Strange the knight, so fair and fine,
   A low obeisance made.

They clad her in the silken vest,
   And her to the hall conveyed:
“Here mayst thou see the princess self
   In her graces all arrayed.”

Then they bore in the playing board,
   Was wroughten all of gold;
Sir Strange should with the princess play,
   And private converse hold.

The third game they together played
   Upon that red gold board,
Sir Strange won the noble maid
   For Valdemar his lord.

So deep ’twas getting in the night,
   From tables they should rise,
Sir Strange must the princess