aid Ramund the young.

"Twice twenty-five ells for the breeches take,
Fifteen for the points of the breeches;
And them thou must strong and durable make
If thou therein settest stitches."
"These are too tight," bold Ramund he said,
"I can't stride out aright," said Ramund the young.

Now Ramund his ships beside the shore
With everything needful prepareth;
And away, away, the salt ocean o'er
To the land of the Jutuns he beareth.
"We are come to this soil," bold Ramund he said,
"And withouten much toil," said Ramund the young.

Ramund he wanders along the strand,
There seven tall Giants faced him:
"If I take Ramund in my left hand
I afar from the land will cast him."
"You'll not do that alone," bold Ramund he said,
"Ye must come every one," said Ramund the young.

Ramund drew out his trusty glaive,
To which Dymling for name he had given;
And dead to the earth with seven blows brave
He hewed the Jotuns seven.
"There ye all seven lie," bold Ramund he said,
"And still living am I," said Ramund the young.

Ramund walked on till the big Jutt he spied,
And to see him he sorely wonder'd;
For full fifty ells was his carcase wide,
And his height was nearly a hundred.
"What a breadth, what a height!" bold Ramund he said,
"Dost wish for a fight?" said Ramund the young.

"Dear Ramund, if thou wilt let me live,
And to me no damage wilt proffer,
I'll bathe thee in wine, and to thee I will give
Seven bushels of gold from my coffer."
"Make 'em eight, if you will," bold Ramund he said,
"I will cut thee down still," said Ramund the young.

The first, first day that together they fought
With their naked fists they contested;
Then Ramund he hold of the Jutt's beard caught
And the flesh from the teeth he wrested.
"Thou grinnest full evil, bold Ramund," he said,
"Thou look'st worse than the Devil," said Ramund the young.

Next day they set to at the rise of the sun,
Again with a rage unexampled;
The huge stone mountain they stood upon
To the earth 'neath their feet was trampled.
"'Tis hard sport, I swear!" the giant he said,
"We began but this year," said Ramund the young.

Then Ramund again to his sword recurred,
To which Dymling for name he had given;
And the head of the Jutt, which no ox could have stirred,
He hewed high unto the heaven.
"'Twould not cut well I thought," bold Ramund he said
"Yet it cut as it ought," said Ramund the you