The Song of Jonatan

I

Noble he was,

Ne’er guilty of faux-pas,

Favour’d by the gods,

Honour’d by many psalms,

Many the scars,

Endured by the warrior,

He of the most glorious

Of lines, always victorious,

Thither to lands arboreal

He journey’d, to combat the notorious

Thorstein Raven-Beard,

The most fear’d,

And the most skill’d,

Of all warriors, he hardly distill’d

Wicked acts, his enemies …