Villeman Og Magnhild
Villemann gjekk seg te storan å
Hei fagraste lindelauvi alle
Der han ville gullharpa slå
For de runerne de lyster han å vinne
Villemann gjenge for straumen å stå
Hei fagraste lindelauvi alle
Mesterleg kunne han gullharpa slå
For de runerne de lyster han å vinne
Han leika med lente, han leika med list
Hei fagraste lindelauvi alle
Og fugelen tagna på grønande kvist
For de runerne de lyster han å vinne
Han leika med lente, han leika med gny
Hei fagraste lindelauvi alle
Han leika Magnhild av nykkens arm
For de runerne de lyster han å vinne
Men då steig trolli upp or djupaste sjø
Hei fagraste lindelauvi alle
Det gjalla i berg og det runga i sky
For de runerne de lyster han å vinne
Då slo han si harpe til bonns i sin harm
Hei fagraste lindelauvi alle
Og utvinner krafti av trollenes arm
For de runerne de lyster han å vinne
Villeman and Magnhild
Villeman went to the big lake
Hey, the prettiest linden leaves of all
Where he wanted to play the golden harp
For the runes he longs to win
Villeman walks against the current
Hey, the prettiest linden leaves of all
He could masterfully play the golden harp
For the runes he longs to win
He played with grace, he played with skill
Hey, the prettiest linden leaves of all
And the bird went silent on the budding branch
For the runes he longs to win
He played with grace, he played with a roar
Hey, the prettiest linden leaves of all
He played Magnhild from the nymph's embrace
For the runes he longs to win
But then the trolls rose from the deepest sea
Hey, the prettiest linden leaves of all
It echoed in the mountains and thundered in the sky
For the runes he longs to win
Then he struck his harp down in his rage
Hey, the prettiest linden leaves of all
And drew power from the trolls' might
For the runes he longs to win