>"God save thee, ancient Mariner! From the fiends, that plague thee thus!-- >Why look'st thou so?"--With my cross-bow I shot the ALBATROSS. In the Swedish translation it is Vad felas dig, jag grep min pil och sköt vår albatross. What ails you, I grabbed my arrow and shot our albatross. Ola in snowy semi-cloudy Stockholm +4