The fiddler saw them coming—
a very host they were—
In arms along with Iring,
to set upon him there.
On head, well-fasten’d, wore they
right many a helmet good.
Then wax’d the gallant Volker
wrathful enough in mood.
The fiddler saw them coming—
a very host they were—
In arms along with Iring,
to set upon him there.
On head, well-fasten’d, wore they
right many a helmet good.
Then wax’d the gallant Volker
wrathful enough in mood.