George Borrow,
The Tale of Brynild, and King Valdemar and His Sister…
“ Then in through the door little Kirsten she wends, And his white hand to her the bold monarch tends.Then unto her brother she gives her fair hand: “ I joy much to see thee returned to the land.”Much favour and friendship to her he display’d And that Queen Sophia so furious made.The king to the brim filled a beaker with wine: “I beg of thee drink to me, dear sister mine!”“Now hear, little Kirsten, what I to thee say, Thou shalt sing before me some pretty love-lay.”“I never in all my life learnt a love-lay, But I’ll sing another as well as I may.” ”
