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 I mind me of a little song. If it please you to hear it—

Thanks, thanks, Gudmund Alfson!

I rode into the wildwood, I sailed across the sea, But 'twas at home I wooed and won A maiden fair and free.

It was the Queen of Elfland, She waxed full wroth and grim: Never, she swore, shall that maiden fair Ride to the church with him.

Hear me, thou Queen of Elfland. Vain, vain are threat and spell; For naught can sunder two true hearts That love each other well!

That is a right fair song. See how the young swains cast their glances thitherward! [Pointing towards the ] Aye, aye, doubtless each has his own.