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Grimmer and Kamper The End of Sivard Snarenswayne and other ballads

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Grimmer walks upon the floor,   Well can Grimmer wield his sword:“Give to me fair Ingeborg,   For the sake of Christ our Lord.”

“Far too little art thou, lad,   Thou about thee canst not hack;When thou comest ’mong other kemps,   Ever do they drive thee back.”

“Not so little, Sire, am I,   I myself full well can guard;When I fight with kempions I   Gallantly can ply my sword.”

“Kamper dwells in Birting’s land,   For a stalwart kemp he’s known;Thou shalt wed my daughter, if   Thou to earth canst hew him down.”

Rage and grief his bosom filled,   Grimmer through the door retires:“What answer did my father give?”   Beauteous Ingeborg inquires.

“Kamper dwells in Birting’s land,   And he bears a warlike name;If I him to death can smite,   I may thee with honour claim.”

Answered him the fair young maid:   “Ah! my father seeks thy death,Kamper for thee is far too strong,   He will work thee rueful scathe.

“But I’ll lend a helm to thee,   Thou may’st trust upon in fight;And an acton I’ll provide,   Whereupon no sword will bite.

“I’ll give thee a faulchion good,   And a harness on to put;On earth’s ground no sword is found   Through that harness which can cut.

“I will give to thee a sword   In thy youthful hand to bear;Thou therewith mayst iron cleave,   E’en as though it water were.”

Kamper stands on Birtingsborough,   Thence so far he sees and wide:“What can be that little wreck   Hitherward that seems to glide?”

It was little Grimmer bold   Steered his vessel straight to land;’Twas the bulky Kamper then   Tow’rds him stretched a friendly hand.

“Welcome, little Grimmer, be!   Here no harm thou hast to fear;Half my land I’ll give to thee,   And my sister’s daughter dear.”

“Ne’er will I that Ingeborg,   My beloved, should hear such shame,That I thy sister’s daughter took,   And thy friend that I became.

“But we’ll go to Vimming’s hill,   And do battle, as is fit;One of us his life shall lose,   Ere the ring of death we quit.”

Thereto answered Kamper bold,   He had such an eager hand:“I’ll the first blow have, forsooth,   ’Tis on my own earth we stand.”

The first blow big Kamper struck,   Given ’twas with wrathful yell;He so hard has Grimmer struck,   Down to earth young Grimmer fell.

Upstood little Grimmer then   Quickly little Grimmer rose:“Thou shalt also stand me one,   Ere the sun sinks to repose.”

The next blow was Glimmer’s own,   Fierce he hewed with his right hand;He hewed on Kamper’s golden helm,   To his heart down went the brand.

Kamper bellowed as he fell,   Dead upon the earth so hard:“Would to God that of my case   Knew my brother Rodengard!”

Joyous little Grimmer was,   That the fight to end had come;Gold and silver much he took,   To the maid he bore it home.

Blood forth streaming from his wound   Lies the mighty Kamper dead;Grimmer lives, the brave young swain,   Carries off his gold so red.

When he had the victory won,   Little space he tarried there;Joyous sailed his men away,   Joyous with their booty fair.

Standing on the battlement,   Looks the Damsel towards the strand:“Yonder I my youth espy,   See his vessel touch the strand.”

Thanks to brave young Grimmer be,   For his faith he kept so well;On next Monday morn, at dawn,   Grimmer’s bridal feast befell.