English poem
Clothed in the garb of tradesmen, on the shore did stand
by Mary Pickering Nichols (1829–1915)
Clothed in the garb of tradesmen, on the shore did stand Sixty men or over, well-dight, a goodly band. Fru-te, the lord of Denmark, was busy as their leader; His clothing was far better than there was worn by any other trader.
The worthy lord and master over Ballian town, When he heard of their coming, and the riches they did own, Rode down with many followers to where those crafty sellers He found, himself awaiting. Kind was the mien of all who there were dwellers.
First the master asked them: “Whence their way they had made, And over the sea come thither?” To him then Fru-te said: “God have you in his keeping; we from afar are sailing; Tradesmen truly are we; our masters rich, near by, in ships are dwelling.”
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