to the house of the knight,
Where the bridal kept should be;
Spread out on the earth was silk of worth,
And gold so red of blee.

"Now thou may'st see, my lady love,
That I my promise hold;
Now thou dost tread on silk outspread,
And not on the earth so cold."

"There's spread enough of the silken stuff,
And plenty of gold is strown;
But better I ween in heaven sheen
With our Father God to wone."

Then they led her to the high, high hall,
And in scarlet her array'd;
But their joy was brief, soon came their grief,
She died alack a maid!

Thanks be to him the youthful knight,
No truer e'er was seen;
He built her a grave in the church, and gave
The churchmen farms fifteen.

Then as he stood by the maiden's grave,
The gallant young noble cried:
"O would to God beneath the sod
I were lying by her side!"

INGEBORG'S DISGUISE

Such handsome court clothes the proud Ingeborg buys,
Says she "I'll myself as a courtier disguise."

Proud Ingeborg hastens her steed to bestride,
Says she "I'll away with the King to reside."

"Thou gallant young King to my speech lend an ear,
Hast thou any need of my services here?"

"O yes, my sweet lad, of a horseboy I've need,
If there were but stable room here for his steed.

"But thy steed in the stall with my own can be tied,
And thou 'neath the linen shalt sleep by my side."

Three years in the palace good service she wrought,
That she was a woman no one ever thought.

She filled for three years of a horse-boy the place,
And the steeds of the monarch she drove out to graze.

She led for three years the King's steeds to the brook,
For else than a youth no one Ingeborg took.

Proud Ingeborg knows how to make the dames gay,
She also can sing in such ravishing way.

The hair on her head is like yellow spun gold,
To her beauty the heart of the prince was not cold.

But at length up and down in the palace she strayed,
Her colour and hair began swiftly to fade.

What eye has seen ever so wondrous a case?
The boy his own spurs to his heel cannot brace.

The horse-boy is brought to so wondrous a plight,
To draw his own weapon he has not the might.

The son of the King to five damsels now sends,
And Ingeborg fair to their care he commends.

Proud Ingeborg took they and wrapped in their weed,
And to the stone chamber with her they proceed.

Upon the blue cushions they Ingeborg laid,
Where light of two beautiful sons she is