“Now mark, great king, how Volker
doth thee and thine uphold
Right willingly he earneth
thy silver and thy gold.
Through steel of hardest temper
his fiddle-bow will smite;
He breaks from off the helmets
their shining crests and bright.
“Now mark, great king, how Volker
doth thee and thine uphold
Right willingly he earneth
thy silver and thy gold.
Through steel of hardest temper
his fiddle-bow will smite;
He breaks from off the helmets
their shining crests and bright.