'Tis spoilt, her gay dress.She hastens, and ev'ry nerve straineth,And the end of the castle soon gaineth.
MANY a day and night my bark stood ready laden;Waiting fav'ring winds, I sat with true friends round me,Pledging me to patience and to courage,In the haven.
To thy mouth was I impell'd;Stamped with thousand seals by night,
And so that prize was gain'd.
HALLO there! A glass!
Who had in this castle his dwelling,Where now ye are feasting the new-married lord,
Ah, what cruel victors they!And we allHasten to a certain fall.
Soon wilt find rest.
How noble and fair to the sight!What wealth to her dearly-loved father she brings!"--