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The guests were loud, the ale was strong, / King Olaf feasted late and long; / The hoary Scalds together sang; / O'erhead the smoky rafters rang. / Dead rides Sir Morten of Fogelsang.
The door swung wide, with creak and din; / A blast of cold night-air came in, / And on the threshold shivering stood / A one-eyed guest, with cloak and hood. / Dead rides Sir Morten of Fogelsang.