He bore himself as though he
the great King Gunther were,
And in his arms clasp’d closely
that maiden passing fair.
But on a bench by-standing
she hurl’d him from the bed,
So that against a footstool
he loudly smote his head.
He bore himself as though he
the great King Gunther were,
And in his arms clasp’d closely
that maiden passing fair.
But on a bench by-standing
she hurl’d him from the bed,
So that against a footstool
he loudly smote his head.