IV.
Aye, panther, wolf, and bear, Have perish'd 'neath my knife; Why tremble, then, with fear, When now I go, my wife? Shall I not keep the peace, That made our cottage dear; And 'till these wolf-curs cease Shall I be housing here?
Aye, panther, wolf, and bear, Have perish'd 'neath my knife; Why tremble, then, with fear, When now I go, my wife? Shall I not keep the peace, That made our cottage dear; And 'till these wolf-curs cease Shall I be housing here?