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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