Slight victory ye shall win from me!"
"Up, up and board, my gallant crew,
Cable and rope asunder hew!"
Till he was weary Alf he hew'd,
In fifteen Courtmen's gore he stood.
He captured all the koggers nine,
And sailed for Norway o'er the brine.
To Rostock in the tiding goes,
Then palened many a cheek of rose.
Widow and child lamented sore,
This hurtful hawk had made them poor.
But they must thole this damage all,
Their tears but bootless, bootless fall.
_Know ye little Alf_?
SIR ALF THE FREEBOOTER
_Song the Second_
Sir Alf will not stay in Norroway land,
For he passes his time there wearily;
Full fifteen lordships