Then maids and dames forsook their games, And shook their weeds below; To meet the boy, his sister’s joy, The King of the Danes did go.
It was the mighty King of the Danes, And thus the King he cried: “Ye archers, straight undo the gate, And fling it open wide.”
It was Sivard Snarenswayne, Through the portal in rode he; Then dames fifteen of beauteous mien Before him bent their knee.
The Dane King to his merry men spake: “I rede ye treat him fair; I tell to ye for a verity No jesting he will bear.”
It was Sivard Snarenswayne, He made his courser bound Ten ells and more the ramparts o’er, And thus his death he found.
From his gilded selle down Sivard fell, Snapped Grayman’s back outright; Wept great and small in the Monarch’s hall For the wizard steed and knight.
It was the Count Sir Guncelin, Who to his mother cried: “O I in quest of knightly fame Through foreign lands will ride.”
“And if thou from the land wilt ride, To help thee on thy way, I give thee the steed, the wondrous steed, The good steed Carl the grey.
“I’ll give the steed for thy time of need, The good grey Carl, but know No spur of steel must grace thy heel, Nor helm be on thy brow.
“Never a warrior must thou heed, But straight thy path pursue, Till thou in fight engage the knight Whose name is Ivor Blue.”
It was the Count Sir Guncelin, By the green hill took his way; There chanced he to meet little Tilventin, And bade him promptly stay.
“Now welcome little Tilventin, And where hast thou passed the night?” “I have passed the night at Brattingsborg, Where from helms the fire they smite!”
It was the Count Sir Guncelin, From under his red helm glared: “Sir Tilventin it had better been If that thou hadst never declared.”
It was the Count Sir Guncelin, His sharp sword out he drew; It was little Tilventin, Whom he did to pieces hew.
He rode away unto Brattingsborg, On the door he struck with his spear: “Doth any warrior bide therein, Who will come and fight me here?”
It was the Knight Sir Ivor Blue, He turned to the West his eye: “Now help me Wolf and Asmer hawk, I hear a kemp’s fierce cry.”
It was the Knight Sir Ivor Blue, He turned to the East his eye: “Now help me, Odin, for thou hast might, I hear Sir Guncelin’s cry!”