The stone fell twelve good arms’ lengths
beyond her standing-place;
But further yet the maid sprang,
and cleared the stone a pace.
Then came the noble Siegfried
to where the stone did lie:
’Twas Gunther that did lift it,
’twas Siegfried let it fly.
The stone fell twelve good arms’ lengths
beyond her standing-place;
But further yet the maid sprang,
and cleared the stone a pace.
Then came the noble Siegfried
to where the stone did lie:
’Twas Gunther that did lift it,
’twas Siegfried let it fly.