“ Say, what emprise shall we devise
Now Denmark’s Lord is stark and cold?
“Our Lord we’ve slain, a corse he lies,
The band of peace we thus have riven;
Within the land we can make no stand,
From land and friends we now are driven. ”

“ Transcribed from the 1913 Thomas J. Wise pamphlet by David Price, email [email protected]
MARSK STIG A BALLAD
by
GEORGE BORROW
London:
printed for private circulation
1913
p. 5MARSK STIG
a ballad PART I.
Marsk Stig he out of the country rode
To win him fame with his good bright sword;
At home meantide the King will bide
In hope to lure his heart’s ador’d.
The King sends word to the Marshal Stig
That he to the fields of war should fare;
Himself will deign at home to remain
And take the charge of his Lady fair. ”