The last of the Volsungs was bold Sigurd Sigmundsson
He leapt the circling fire of god's wrath
And he found there Brunhilde a sleeping warrior maiden
Woke her with a kiss and they plighted their troth

Volsung Brunhilde, Volsung Brunhilde
You'll be my Volsung Brunhilde some day
But the ring that he gave had been taken from a dragon's hoard
Volsungs Brunhilde won't marry in May

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