He kiss'd her thrice, with his lips of fire:
"Appease, O mother, appease thine ire;
Ne'er wish me any mischance to know,
For thou canst not tell how far I may go."
Look out, look out, Svend Vonved.
"Then I will bless thee, this very day;
Thou never shalt perish in any fray;
Success shall be in thy courser tall;
Success in thyself, which is best of all.
Look out, look out, Svend Vonved.
"Success in thy hand, success in thy foot,
In struggle with man, in battle with brute;
The holy God and Saint Drotten {f:11} dear
Shall guide and watch thee through thy career.
Look out, look out, Svend Vonved.
"They both shall take thee beneath their care,
Then surely thou never shalt evily fare:
See yonder sword of steel so white,
No helm nor shield shall resist its bite."
Look out, look out, Svend Vonved.
Svend Vonved took up the word again--
"I'll range the mountain, and rove the plain,
Peasant and noble I'll wound and slay;
All, all, for my father's wrong shall pay."
Look out, look out, Svend Vonved.
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