Volravn came,
_The Castle's won_, _the Castle's won_!
His wife behind, who has no name,
_For young King Erik Erikson_.

And then came dancing Sir Iver Helt,
_The Castle's won_, _the Castle's won_!
Who followed his sovereign over the Belt,
_For young King Erik Erikson_.

Long stood the Ranild Lang apart,
_The Castle's won_, _the Castle's won_!
Ere he to join the dance had heart,
_For young King Erik Erikson_.

"And were it not for my lovely hair,
_The Castle's won_, _the Castle's won_!
In that brave dance I'd have a share,
_For young King Erik Erikson_.

"But for my cheeks so rosy red,
_The Castle's won_, _the Castle's won_!
The foremost in that dance I'd tread,"
_For young King Erik Erikson_.

Then Ranild Lang to dance began,
_The Castle's won_, _the Castle's won_!
And a ditty sang as he led the van,
_For young King Erik Erikson_.

Sweet he warbled, light he sprang,
_The Castle's won_, _the Castle's won_!
After him every warrior sang,
_For young King Erik Erikson_.

Then up the Spendel Sko arose,
_The Castle's won_, _the Castle's won_!
And on Ranild Lang her troth bestows,
_For young King Erik Erikson_.

With silk was snooded her hair of gold,
_The Castle's won_, _the Castle's won_!
She danced before them free and bold,
_For young King Erik Erikson_.

And into the Castle they dance their way,
_The Castle's won_, _the Castle's won_!
With drawn swords 'neath their scarlet array.
_For young King Erik Erikson_.

Never, I ween, was a braver dance,
_The Castle's won_, _the Castle's won_!
It wins the Castle of Rosenkrands,
_For young King Erik Erikson_.

SONG THE SECOND.

To saddle his courser Ranild cried:
_For thus the tale was told to me_--
"To visit the rich Greve I will ride,
Though banish'd from the land we be."

To the house came Ranild spurring hard,
_For thus the tale was told to me_--
There stood the Greve arrayed in mard,
Though banish'd from the land we be.

"Hail, hail, Sir Greve, arrayed so fine!
_For thus the tale was told to me_--
I want my bride, the little Kirstine,
Though banish'd from the land I be."

Then up and spoke her mother dear:
_For thus the tale was told to me_--
"Thou hast no bride, Sir Ranild, here,
For banish'd from the land ye be."

"O if I can't my little bride get,
_For thus the tale was told to me_--
On fire your house and your gear I'll set,
Thou