Lyrics of Ramund - Myrkur

Ramund (original)

Ramund var sig en bedre mand
Om han havde bedre klæder
Dronningen gav hannem klæder på stand
Af blårgarn, bast og læder
Sådant vil jeg ikke ha', sagde Ramund
Sådant står mig ikke bra', sagde Ramund den unge
Ramund gik sig ved salten søstrand
Der så han syv jætter stande
Tager jeg Ramund på min mindste hånd
Og kaster ham langt fra lande
Det gør ikke ene du, sagde Ramund
Komme må I alle syv, sagde Ramund den unge
Ramund tog til sit dyre sværd
Det han kaldte Dymlingen røde
Hug han de jætter syv med én færd
At blodet randt dennem tildøde
Der ligger alle syv, sagde Ramund
Alt står jeg her endnu, sagde Ramund den unge
Ramund tog til sin store kniv
Den han kaldte Dymlingen dyre
Skilte han kejseren ved hans liv
At hovedet fløj femten mile
Jeg mente, den ej bed, sagde Ramund
Dog rinder blodet ned, sagde Ramund den unge

(translation)

Ramund was a better man
Whether he had better clothes
The queen gave him clothes to stand on
Of blue yarn, bast and leather
I do not want that, 'said Ramund
That's not good for me ', said Ramund the young man
Ramund walked by the salt lake shore
There he saw seven giant stands
I take Ramund on my smallest hand
And throws him far from lands
You alone do not, Ramund said
All seven of you must come, said Ramund the young man
Ramund took to his expensive sword
What he called Dymlingen red
He chops the giants seven with one go
That the blood ran this dead
There are all seven, Ramund said
I'm still standing here, said Ramund the young man
Ramund took to his big knife
The one he called Dymlingen expensive
He divorced the emperor by his life
That head flew fifteen miles
I thought it did not pray, said Ramund
However, the blood is flowing down, said Ramund the young man