Courting Gerdr
To the tune of "Leatherwing Bat"
There sat Freyr on a raised chair,
He caught sight of a lady, fair.
In shadows cried he to the hall,
That she would not upon him call.
Howdy dowdy diddle-o day.
Skirnir to her his horse drove,
To win for Freyr, Gerdr’s love.
He’d court her night and court her day,
Not letting her, say o-nay.
Howdy dowdy diddle-o day.
On the ninth night she met with Freyr
In a grove, sacred and fair.
He’d wept for her through nine long days;
He was heart-sick since his first gaze.
Howdy dowdy diddle-o day.
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