Hey!

[Idylle Moon Dancer]

Thank you, somebody!

Friends and kinsfolk met to deliberate
To whom would they marry off their kinswoman this year
Rosy youth
They deliberated
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
Rosy youth
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
Rosy youth
Word 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
Rosy youth
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
Rosy youth
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
Rosy youth
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
Rosy youth
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
Rosy youth
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
Rosy youth
Went 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
Rosy youth
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
Rosy youth
On board 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
Rosy youth
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
Rosy youth
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
Rosy youth
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

-translated from Swedish by ?Alistair Cochrane?