Transcribed from the 1913 Thomas J. Wise pamphlet by DavidPrice, . Many thanks to Norfolk andNorwich Millennium Library, UK, for kindly supplying the imagesfrom which this transcription was made.
QUEEN BERNGERD
THE BARD AND THE DREAMS
and
OTHER BALLADS
by
GEORGE BORROW
London:
printed for private circulation
1913
p. 6Copyright inthe United States of America
by Houghton, Mifflin & Co. for ClementShorter.
p.7QUEEN BERNGERD
Long ere the Sun the heaven arrayed,
For her morning gift her Lord she prayed:
“Give me Samsoe to have and to hold,
And from every maiden a crown of gold.”
Woe befall her, Berngerd.
The King he answered Berngerd thus:
“Madam, crave something less of us,
For many a maid lives ’neath our sway
To ’scape from death could the like not pay.”
Woe befall her, Berngerd.
“My gentle Lord, then hear my prayer,
Suffer not ladies the scarlet to wear;
And, Sir, you must grant me this boon beside,
Let no boor’s son a good courser ride.”
Woe befall her, Berngerd.
p.8“What ladies can buy to wear they are free,
And hindrance none they shall meet from me;
If the son of a Boor can a horse support,
‘Fore God, I’ll never destroy his sport!”
Woe befall her, Berngerd.
“My Lord, we’ll that matter let drop to theground;
With chains of steel let the land be bound,
So that man or woman thereout or therein
Withouten toll cannot hope to win.”
Woe befall her, Berngerd.
“How should we so much steel obtain,
As to bind therewith the land and main?
O Madam! some mercy and kindness shew,
Or expect the curse of the people now.”
Woe befall her, Berngerd.
“To Ribe, to winter there, we’ll depart,
There smiths we shall find well skilled in their art;
p.9Both locks and keys will we have made,
And toeen and iron palisade.”
Woe befall her, Berngerd.
“Faggot and coal shall the boor give free,
The smith shall work without thanks or fee.
My Lord, be persuaded, I rede ye do,
Much benefit thence shall to thee accrue.”
Woe befall her, Berngerd.
“My father was King in the land before me,
And a King for his father also had he;
The Kings of the Danes to live contrive
Without Boor and Burger skinning alive.”
Woe befall her, Berngerd.
“Sir, what would a peasant more
Than a latticed window and wicker door?
What shall a peasant keep in his stall
Save one draught ox and a cow withall?
Woe befall her, Berngerd.
p.10“Each peasant’s wife of a son made light
Shall give me an ounce of gold so bright;
But if to a daughter birth she give,
Only the half I’m content to receive.”
Woe befall her, Berngerd.
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