THE WORKS OF GEORGE BORROW, VOL.7
* "Diderik and Olger the Dane."
* The base text is a redacted version of DgF 17 Bb "Kong Dideik og Holger Danske". * The b-version (DgF 8b) is Vedel's I, Nr. 12, entitled "Sterck Tiderich oc Olger Danske" available online at Kalliope
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DIDERIK AND OLGER THE DANE
WITH his eighteen brothers Diderik stark
Dwells in the hills of Bern ; And each I wot twelve sons has got,
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For manly feats they yearn. He has twelve sisters, each of them
A dozen sons can show ; Thirteen the youngest, gallant lads,
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Of fear who nothing know. To stand before the King a crowd
Of giant bodies move ; I say to ye forsooth their heads
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O'ertopped the beechen grove. ' With knights of pride we war have plied
For many, many a year ; Of Olger, who in Denmark reigns,
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Such mighty things we hear. ' Men talk so fain of Olger Dane
Who dwells in Jutland's fields ; Crowned is his head with gold so red,
No tribute us he yields.' 9 ( ⇒ )
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Then Swerting took a mace, and shook
That mace right furiously : From ten times ten of Olger's men
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I would not look to flee ! ' ' Hark, Swerting, hark, of visage dark,
Esteem them not so little ; I 'd have thee ken that Olger's men
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Are knights of gallant mettle. ' They feel no fright for faulchions,
For arrows no dismay ; The desperate fight is their delight,
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They deem it children's play.' Then cried the mighty man of Bern,
When pondered long had he : ' To Denmark we will wend, and learn
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At home if Olger be.' They took their route from Berner land,
They eighteen thousand were : King Olger good they visit would,
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And to Denmark all repair. A messenger by Diderik sent
To Danish Olger goes : ' Say, will ye tribute pay to us,
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Or with us bandy blows ? ' Then full of wrath King Olger grew,
Such speech he could not bear : ' Let Diderik meet us on the wold,
We'll battle with him there. 10( ⇒ )
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' Tribute to pay each Dane would scorn,
He's wont himself to take it; Our tribute ye will like but ill,
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If ye come here to seek it.' His kemps then gathering in a ring
The news to them he told : ' Bern's haughty lord has sent us word
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That he'll have tribute-gold. ' He'll either tribute have, or hold
With us a bloody feud ; But the first King he will not be
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We have this year subdued.' Then cried in scorn a kempion good,
King Diderik's envoy to : ' To waste our home if Berners come
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They all hence out won't go.' Soon as the news he heard, full glad
Was Ulf Van Yern, and gay ; Then laughed outright bold Hogen knight
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' Too long do they delay.' It was Vidrik Verlandson,
High beat with joy his heart; Then said amain Orm Ungerswayne :
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' To meet them let us start.' ' The first man I'll be in the van,'
Sir Ivor Blue he cried : ' Nor shall ye say that I was last,'
Sir Kulden Gray replied. 11( ⇒ )
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King Olger on the verdant wold
With Diderik battle join'd; To fight they went, no jest they meant,
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So wroth were they in mind. Endured for three long days the fray,
And flinch would neither side ; To help his lord each Dane his sword
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In desperation plied. Down ran the blood, like raging flood
Which 'neath steep hills doth pour; Then tribute they were forced to pay
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Who tribute asked before. Rose in the sky the blood-reek high,
And dimmed the lustrous sun ; 'Twas sad to spy the brave men lie
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So thick the earth upon. In gore lay thick both men and steeds,
Dear friends were parted there ; All did not laugh the feast who sought,
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Too hot they found the fare. Now tamer grown, the Berner Jutt
Thought thus himself within : ' Of us a hundred scarce remain,
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We cannot hope to win.' Then took he to his heels and ran,
Not often back looked he ; To say good night forgot Swerting quite,
For Bern, for Bern they flee. 12( ⇒ )
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Then Diderik turned him with a shout
That shook the vaulted skies : ' Bern, Bern 's the place for us, I guess,
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For here no refuge lies !' Then answered 'neath the green hill's side
The son of Verland keen : ' Ye and your host will little boast
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Ye have in Denmark been.' Full eighteen thousand knights were they
When out they marched from Bern ; Wounded and worn but seventy-five
With drooping crests, return. 13( ⇒ )
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