Regin Blacksmith

Will you now listen

whilst I will sing.

About the rich kings

that I will now speak of

Greyfell carried the gold from the heath

He swung his sword in wrath

Sigfried defeated the dragon

Greyfell carried the gold from the heath

Hundings sons at war

they did damage there

Poison was in the sword

they carried against me

Fafnir is the name of the dragon

that lies on the Glittering Heath

Regin is a good blacksmith

to few is he faithfull

He was on fields of play

rages amongst men

Tears up large oak trunks

he maims some to Hel

On the easten side under the mound

where heroes grow in numbers

Dark is this sad day

down in the mould to go

A man stepped forward upon the field

Noone knew him

He had a wide hat on his head

and a Finnish bow in his hand

A man stepped forward upon the field

raging with his sword

He had one eye

and his trouser legs were buttoned

The dragon has slithered of the gold

it is rumoured widely

Sigfried seats himself on Greyfells back

he prepares himself to ride

Greyfell carried the gold from the heath

He swung his sword in wrath

Sigfried defeated the dragon

Greyfell carried the gold from the heath