t will not tempt thee, this maid thou shalt wed,
And share as a husband the joys of her bed."

Then the pride of old Eirin arose in his look,
And it flash'd from his eye-balls courageously keen,
One glance on the beautiful vision he took,
And he saw her change colour, and sink on the green.
"By the stool of Saint Peter the prize I'll obtain;"
He shouted, and instantly dived in the main.

The waters sunk down, and a thundering peal
Announced that the time of their sojourn was o'er;
Each eye is cast downward in terrified zeal,
As forth from the tunnel the cataracts pour.
The waters rush up, and the waters subside;
But ah! the bold diver remains in the tide.

KING BYRGE AND HIS BROTHERS

Dame Ingeborg three brave brothers could boast,
For the crown of Sweden their lives they lost.

The nobles to Sweden would fain away,
Dame Ingeborg bade them at home to stay.

Dame Ingeborg stood at Helsingborg's gate,
"Dear brothers, go not, I beg and entreat!"

Then with one voice the brothers cried:
"We've long for our realms paternal sighed.

"And we have too long with thee remained,
Our hearts within us are sorely pained."

"Five days with me, dear brothers, wait,
Whilst I my dreadful dream relate.

"Methought that your mantles were of lead,
With them, dear brothers, ye were arrayed.

"They were fast tied about your throats,
And treachery towards ye that denotes."

To Dame Ingeborg's rede no ear they lent,
But to Sweden that very same day they went.

And when they had won to the sand beach white,
There met them Brouk, that faithless knight.

"Ye brothers both, thrice welcome be,
Ye'll come and drink Yule with His Majesty?"

The nobles repair to Nykoping street,
There they a deceitful counsel meet.

"Now off your bodies your armour lay,
And hie to the castle in court dress gay."

In at the doorway the nobles stepped,
Up to receive them the monarch leapt.

"My dear brothers both, thrice welcome be,
Will ye drink Yule with our Majesty?"

With his brothers down sate King Byrge to food,
Much serious discourse betwixt them ensued.

"Now welcome, my brothers, thrice welcome I say,
May I not alone the country sway?"

"May God to our brother grant happiness,
But he cannot alone the land to possess."

The nobles they ate and they drank for a trice,
Brouk has discovered another device:

"What will ye now do, ye worshipful knights,
Have drinking and dancing for ye delights?"

Then they danced out