A stone she hurl’d far from her,
then after it would spring;
He, who her love did covet,
must, without wavering,
Win three games in succession
from her, the high-born maid;—
And if he failed in any,
his head was forfeited.
A stone she hurl’d far from her,
then after it would spring;
He, who her love did covet,
must, without wavering,
Win three games in succession
from her, the high-born maid;—
And if he failed in any,
his head was forfeited.