Her heart stood still with a sudden fear
When she marked his face as he drew anear.
"Now, mother, show our new-born child,
Its grace will calm his anger wild."
"My son, behold your son and heir:
What name wilt thou give the babe to bear?"
He cried, "I'll give the child a name
That will fill its mother's life with shame."
He has seized the infant in its mirth,
And thrice has dashed it to the earth.
And Marianson, that lady fair,
He has tied to his horse by her golden hair.
Three days, three nights, he rode like wind.
And never cast a look behind.
Till, at close of the third long night,
He turned and looked on that awful sight.
