KING VALDEMAR’S WOOING. Valdemar King and Sir Strange bold At table sat one day, So many a word ’twixt them there passed In amicable way. “Hear Strange, hear! thou for a time Thy native land must leave; Thou shalt away to Bohemia far My young bride to receive.” Then answered Strange Ebbesen, To answer he was not slow: “Who shall attend me of thy liegemen, If I to Bohemia go?” “Do thou take with thee young Lord Limbek, Nor leave Olaf Lukke behind; Take rich Peter Glob, and whomsoe’er Shall best please thine own mind
KING VALDEMAR’S WOOING. Valdemar King and Sir Strange bold At table sat one day, So many a word ’twixt them there passed In amicable way. “Hear Strange, hear! thou for a time Thy native land must leave; Thou shalt away to Bohemia far My young bride to receive.” Then answered Strange Ebbesen, To answer he was not slow: “Who shall attend me of thy liegemen, If I to Bohemia go?” “Do thou take with thee young Lord Limbek, Nor leave Olaf Lukke behind; Take rich Peter Glob, and whomsoe’er Shall best please thine own mind