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Down o’er the isle in torrents fell

   On a Thursday morn the rain;

To fetch his bride now forth shall ride

   Sir Tygge Hermandsen.

Sir Tygge out of the window look’d,

   The brooks ran boisterously;

“To ride out now would bring me woe,

   So dear no bride I’ll buy.

“But hear thou, Nilaus Benditson,

   Long shanks has thy good steed;

I beg for the love of the God above

   You’ll fetch my bride with speed.”

Then answer’d Nilaus Benditson,