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Title: The Songs of Ranild
Author: Anonymous
Editor: Thomas Wise
Release Date: May 15, 2009 [eBook #28830]
Language: English
Character set encoding: ISO-646-US (US-ASCII)
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Transcribed from the 1913 Thomas J. Wise pamphlet by David Price, email
ccx074@pglaf.org
THE SONGS OF RANILD
BY
GEORGE BORROW
LONDON:
PRINTED FOR PRIVATE CIRCULATION
1913
THE SONGS OF RANILD.
SONG THE FIRST.
Up Riber's street the dance they ply,
_The Castle's won_, _the Castle's won_!
There dance the knights most merrily,
_For young King Erik Erikson_.
On Riber's bridge the dance it goes,
_The Castle's won_, _the Castle's won_!
There dance the knights in scollop'd shoes,
_For young King Erik Erikson_.
'Twas Riber Wolf the dance who led,
_The Castle's won_, _the Castle's won_!
In faith to his King he had been bred,
_For young King Erik Erikson_.
And next him danced the Tage Mouse,
_The Castle's won_, _the Castle's won_!
Who Seneschal was in Ribe house,
_For young King Erik Erikson_.
And then danced bold Sir Saltensee,
_The Castle's won_, _the Castle's won_!
Followed by wealthy kinsmen three,
_For young King Erik Erikson_.
The noble Limbekk dances next,
_The Castle's won_, _the Castle's won_!
Whose power the King had often vext,
_For young King Erik Erikson_.
After him danced the Byrge Green,
_The Castle's won_, _the Castle's won_!
Then many a knight of handsome mien,
_For young King Erik Erikson_.
And then came dancing Hanke Kann,
_The Castle's won_, _the Castle's won_!
His Lady followed, good Dame Ann,
_For young King Erik Erikson_.
The next that came was the Ridder Rank,
_The Castle's won_, _the Castle's won_!
His Lady behind him, Berngard Blank,
_For young King Erik Erikson_.
And then the high
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