Ramund Hin Unge

Ramund var sig en bedre mand
om han havde bedre klæder
Dronningen gav hannem klæder på stand
af blågarn, bast og læder
œSådant vil jeg ikke ha,? sagde Ramund.
œSådant står mig ikke bra,? sagde Ramund hin unge

Ramund gik sig ved salten søstrand
der så han syv jætter stande
œTager jeg Ramund på min mindste hånd
og kaster ham langt fra lande?
œDet gør ikke ene du,? sagde Ramund
œI må komme alle syv,? sagde Ramund hin unge

Ramund tog til sit dyre sværd
det han kaldte dymlingen røde
Hug han de jætter syv med en færd
at blodet randt dennem til døde
œDer ligger alle syv,? sagde Ramund
œAlt står jeg her endnu,? sagde Ramund hin unge

Kejseren ud af vinduet så
med angst og sorrigfuld mine
œHvo er den mand, i gården mon stå
og der så hæsselig grine?
œDet er mig, jeg har lyst,? sagde Ramund
œMed dig at vov' en dyst,? sagde Ramund hin unge

Ramund tog til sin store kniv
den han kaldte dymlingen dyre
Skilte han kejseren ved hans liv
at hovedet fløj femten mile
œJeg mente den ej bed,? sagde Ramund
œDog rinder blodet ned,? sagde Ramund hin unge

[Translation:]

The Young Raymond

œRaymond was a better man
if he was better clad?
The queen gave him fine clothes
of blueyarn, bast and leather
œI do not want such,? said Raymond
œIt does not suit me,? said the yound Raymond

Raymond walked along the salty beach
There he saw seven giants standing
œI will take Raymond on my smallest hand.
And throw him far offshore?
œYou will not do that alone,? said Raymond
œYou must come all seven of you,? said the young
Raymond

Raymond took his dear sword
The one he called the red Dimling
He hew the seven giants simultaneously
So that they bled to death
œThere they lie, all seven of them,? said Raymond
œAnd I still stand here,? said the young Raymond

The Emperor looked out the window
In fright and with a sad face
œWho is that man that stands in the yard
and laughs so terribly?
œIt is I, and I would like,? said Raymond
œTo challenge you to fight,? said the young Raymond

Raymond took his large knife
The one he called the dear Dimling
He took the Emperor's Life
So that the head flew fifteen miles
œI thought it was blunt,? said Raymond
œAnd yet the blood flows,? said the yound Raymond