⁠"You was his girl, I know.
"I ship mineselfs to-morrow, see,
⁠"Und round the Skaw we go,
"South, down the Cattegat, by Hjelm,
⁠"To Besser in Saro."

When love rejected turns to hate,
⁠All ill betide the man.
"You speak to Salem Hardieker"—
⁠She spoke as woman can.
A scream—a sob—"He called me—names!"
⁠And then the fray began.

An oath from Salem Hardieker,
⁠A shriek upon the stairs,
A dance of shadows on the wall,
⁠A knife-thrust unawares—
And Hans came down, as cattle drop,
⁠Across the broken chairs.

In Anne of Austria's trembling hands
⁠The weary head fell low:—
"I ship mineselfs to-morrow, straight
⁠"For Besser in Saro;
"Und there Ultruda comes to me
⁠"At Easter, und I go

"South, down the Cattegat—What's here?
⁠"There—are—no—lights—to—guide!"
The mutter ceased, the spirit passed,
⁠And Anne of Austria cried
In Fultah Fisher's boarding-house
⁠When Hans the mighty died.