Ramund

Ramund

Ramund

Ramund would be a better manRamund var sig en bedre mand
If he had better clothesOm han havde bedre klæder
The queen dressed him in fine attireDronningen gav hannem klæder på stand
Of blue yarn, bast, and leatherAf blårgarn, bast og læder
I don’t want that, said RamundSådant vil jeg ikke ha', sagde Ramund
That doesn’t suit me, said young RamundSådant står mig ikke bra', sagde Ramund den unge

Ramund walked by the salty shoreRamund gik sig ved salten søstrand
There he saw seven giants standingDer så han syv jætter stande
"I’ll take Ramund with my smallest handTager jeg Ramund på min mindste hånd
And throw him far from the land"Og kaster ham langt fra lande
You’re not the only one, said RamundDet gør ikke ene du, sagde Ramund
All seven of you come at me, said young RamundKomme må I alle syv, sagde Ramund den unge

Ramund drew his precious swordRamund tog til sit dyre sværd
The one he called the Red DymlingDet han kaldte Dymlingen røde
He struck the seven giants in one blowHug han de jætter syv med én færd
Till their blood ran out and they were deadAt blodet randt dennem tildøde
There they lie, all seven, said RamundDer ligger alle syv, sagde Ramund
I’m still standing here, said young RamundAlt står jeg her endnu, sagde Ramund den unge

Ramund took his big knifeRamund tog til sin store kniv
The one he called the Precious DymlingDen han kaldte Dymlingen dyre
He separated the emperor from his lifeSkilte han kejseren ved hans liv
As his head flew fifteen milesAt hovedet fløj femten mile
I thought it wouldn’t hurt, said RamundJeg mente, den ej bed, sagde Ramund
But blood is still running down, said young RamundDog rinder blodet ned, sagde Ramund den unge