Garmarna - Herr Mannelig
bittida en morgon innan solen upprann
innan foglarna började sjunga
bergatroliet friade till fager ungersven
hon hade en falskeliger tunga
---herr mannelig herr mannelig trolofven i mig
---för det jag bjuder så gerna
---i kunnen väl svara endast ja eller nej
---om i viljen eller ej
eder vill jag gifva de gångare tolf
som gå uti rosendelunde
aldrig har det varit nãgon sadel uppå dem
ej heller betsel uti munnen
eder vill jag gifva de qvarnarna tolf
som stå mellan tillö och ternö
stenarna de äro af rödaste gull
och hjulen silfverbeslagna
eder vill jag gifva förgyllande svärd
som klingar utaf femton guldringar
och strida huru i strida vill
stridplatsen skolen i väl vinna
eder vill gifva en skjorta så ny
den bästa i lysten att slita
inte är hon sömnad av nãl eller trå
men virkat av silket det hvita
sådana gåfvor toge jag väl emot
om du vore en kristelig qvinna
men nu så är du det värsta bergatroll
af neckens och djävulens stämma
bergatrollet ut på dörren sprang
hon rister och jämrar sig svãra
hade jag fått den fager ungersven
så hade jag mistat min plåga
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 the Neck 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
bittida en morgon innan solen upprann
innan foglarna började sjunga
bergatroliet friade till fager ungersven
hon hade en falskeliger tunga
---herr mannelig herr mannelig trolofven i mig
---för det jag bjuder så gerna
---i kunnen väl svara endast ja eller nej
---om i viljen eller ej
eder vill jag gifva de gångare tolf
som gå uti rosendelunde
aldrig har det varit nãgon sadel uppå dem
ej heller betsel uti munnen
eder vill jag gifva de qvarnarna tolf
som stå mellan tillö och ternö
stenarna de äro af rödaste gull
och hjulen silfverbeslagna
eder vill jag gifva förgyllande svärd
som klingar utaf femton guldringar
och strida huru i strida vill
stridplatsen skolen i väl vinna
eder vill gifva en skjorta så ny
den bästa i lysten att slita
inte är hon sömnad av nãl eller trå
men virkat av silket det hvita
sådana gåfvor toge jag väl emot
om du vore en kristelig qvinna
men nu så är du det värsta bergatroll
af neckens och djävulens stämma
bergatrollet ut på dörren sprang
hon rister och jämrar sig svãra
hade jag fått den fager ungersven
så hade jag mistat min plåga
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 the Neck 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
