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Sir Mannelig

Early one morning before the sun did rise
And the birds sang their sweet song
The mountain troll proposed to the fair squire
She had a false deceitful tongue

Sir Mannelig, Sir Mannelig won't you marry me
For all that I'll gladly give you
You may answer only yes or no
Will you do so or no

To you I will give the twelve great steeds
That graze in a shady grove
Never has a saddle been mounted on their backs
Nor had a bit in their mouths

To you I will give the twelve fine mills
That stand between Tillo and Terno
The mill stones are made of the reddest brass
And the wheels are silver-laden

To you I will give the gilded sword
That jingles from fifteen gold rings
And strike with it in battle as you will
On the battlefield you will conquer

To you I will give a brand new shirt
The lustrous best for to wear
It is not sewn with needle or thread
But crocheted of the whitest silk

Gifts such as these I would gladly receive
If you were a Christian woman
But I know you are the worst mountain troll
From the spawn of Necken and the devil

The mountain troll ran out the door
She wailed and she shrieked so loudly
"Had I gotten that handsome squire
From my torment I would be free now"

Sir Mannelig, Sir Mannelig won't you marry me
For all that I'll gladly give you
You may answer only yes or no
Will you do so or no

Friends and Kinsfolk

Friends and kinsfolk met to deside
To whom would they marry off their kinswoman this year
     Rosy youth
They deside
To whom would they marry off their kinswoman this year

We want you to wed the son of a king
Who has more gold than poor Roland has land

On Saturday and Sunday the word it was spread
Monday and Tuesday will show what she gets

On Wednesday and Thursday the wine was made
Friday and Saturday the wedding was cheered

They drank for days, they drank for two,
But the bride wouldn't to the chamber go

They drank for days, they drank for three
But the bridal bed she refused for to see

Then entered in a poor ship's hand
Wore a blue blouse both tattered and torn

He stood at the table and he spoke
I see only masts and the places where they go

And the maiden went up to the high loft
And ran down the path to the broad sea shore

She ran on the rocks, she ran on tiptoe
But took great care to mind the blue waves below

And she was invited on board the ship
And there they bade her drink both mead and wine

I see I see on your white fingers small
The wedding band has not been there for long

I see I see on your golden hair
That before yesterday the wreath was not there

I see I see on your lily white breasts
That small children they have not consoled

And now the maiden lays at poor Roland's side
She feels neither sorrow nor anguish
     Rosy youth
At poor Roland's side
She feels neither sorrow nor anguish

My Husband

Do you know the man who danced with me
Yellow leather pants he wore
But my husband he wore green

Do you know the man who followed me home
Black leather boots he wore
But my husband he wore brown

Do you know the child in my lap
Maja on the mountain, that is her name
But my husbands girl is Stina

Do you know the one who brought me such joy
Now he is old, now he is gray
But my husband lives on.

The Werewolf

The maiden she would to the cottage go
     Linden trees quiver in the grove
So she took the path through the forest blue
     She was carrying the fruit of love

And when she reached the forest blue
There she met with a gray wolf

O dear wolf please don't bite me
To you I will give my silver gown
The silver gown won't suit me at all
Your young life and your blood must go

O dear wolf please don't bite me
I will give you my silver shoes
Silver shoes won't suit me at all
Your young life and your blood must go

O dear wolf please don't bite me
I will give you my golden crown
A golden crown won't suit me at all
Your young life and your blood must go

The maiden she climbed up high in an oak
The wolf he paced the ground and howled

The wolf dug up the oak by the roots
The maiden gave a heart-rending cry

The young page saddled his gray steed
He rode slightly faster than a bird could fly

And when he came to the wooded place
He found nothing more than a bloody arm

God comfort, God improve me, young page
     Linden trees quiver in the grove
My maiden is gone, my horse is dead
     She was carrying the fruit of love

Hilla Lilla

Hilla Lilla sits in her bedchamber
     No one knows my sorrow but God
Many a tear falls down her cheek
     Who could share my pain, he lives no more: he is gone

An urgent message to the Queen arrived
Proud Hilla Lilla sews frenzied her seams

The Queen wears her cloak of blue
To pay proud Hilla Lilla a visit to

Gracious Queen please sit down here
That I may tell to you my sorrows my dear

My father he kept me oh so pure
Served by a knight both hand and foot

And it was the Duke of Hillebrand
With him I would flee to the foreign lands

And when we reached a shady grove
There the Duke he lay himself down

He lay for a time inside of me
And then he slept so calm and sweet

Hillebrand Hillebrand sleep not now
I hear my father and my brothers seven

Hardly had I said these words
When seven wounds struck my Hillebrand down

One brother seized my golden locks
And bound me onto his saddle horn

And when we came to the first gate
My mother forlorn stood awaiting me

My brother he wished to strangle me
But my mother she chose to sell me away

She sold me for a brand new bell
It hangs in the village of Marie Church

When my mother heard the chime of that bell
Her heart it shattered into pieces small

Proud Hilla Lilla finished her tale like that
     No one knows my sorrow but God
At the Queen's feet she fell down dead
     Who could share my pain, he lives no more: he is gone

Today as before

Сегодня как всегда

Today as before with a bottle at my hip
As sure as we walk we'll take us a sip

Hunger

There are so many caterpillers
Hunger, greater now than ever
The trees hold their breath, die and fall

Man is like a blinded wolf
Hunger is all I feel

Hunger everywhere.

Sir Holger

Lady Tala she dreamed a dream one night
     Wake up for the time it is right
That the rich Sir Holger would lose his heart
     That rich Sir Holger

I dreamed I dreamed of our grey steed
He carried you to the court where you died

My dear Lady Tala say not so
May your dreams awaken after the eighth year

They bashed at the door with poles and spears
If Sir Holger is in there he must come out

Sir Holger he spoke with his two squires
"Saddle my steed with the saddle of gold"

When they arrived at Copenhagen
There stood King Kristian on the white shore

You Sir Holger are welcome to me
Sir Holger Sir Holger it will cost you your life

King Kristian chopped the head right off
So that blood ran down over his feet

When Lady Tala saw her master's corpse
She went numb under the white sheet

Sir Holger was laid to rest at twelve
At the stroke of eleven he rose up again

He knocked at the door with fingers so thin
Lady Tala slide back the bolts, let me in

With no one have I arranged to meet
And I will let no one in after the night's fall

My dear Lady Tala give the farmer his cow
'Cause in Hell it is so difficult to live

Lady Tala return Romman and Skromman
'Cause in Hell it's hard to burn for your friend

Even if I'd go to Hell as a swan
I would truly not live as a pauper

Go to Hell with your squires
     Wake up for the time it is right
And I will follow with my maidens
     The rich Sir Holger

God's fiddlers

Where are those men who wandered upon the roads
With gentle eyes so saddened by crime and shame

Small brothers in the dark forests with wolves and snow
Where are those men who march onward towards death

They grimaced only for snowdrifts, and cold and arrows
Small brothers in dark forests, wandering mile upon mile

From people's homes and farms where wickedness lies
Who hears their silver bells in the cloudy night?

Where have the brothers and the musicians gone
In the valley they have told me they're still alive