High on his sword an armlet
towards him did he hold—
All bright and shining was it,
compact of ruddy gold—
That he, therefore, might row him
across to Gelfrat’s land.
Then took the haughty boatman
himself the oar in hand.
High on his sword an armlet
towards him did he hold—
All bright and shining was it,
compact of ruddy gold—
That he, therefore, might row him
across to Gelfrat’s land.
Then took the haughty boatman
himself the oar in hand.