Garmarna "Herr Mannelig" lyrics

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Herr Mannelig

Bittida en morgon innan solen upprannInnan foglarna började sjungaBergatrollet friade till fager ungersvenHon hade en falskeliger tunga

Herr Mannelig herr Mannelig trolofven i migFör det jag bjuder så gernaI kunnen väl svara endast ja eller nejOm i viljen eller ej

Eder vill jag gifva de gångare tolfSom gå uti rosendelundeAldrig har det varit någon sadel uppå demEj heller betsel uti munnen

Eder vill jag gifva de qvarnarna tolfSom stå mellan Tillö och TernöStenarna de äro af rödaste gullOch hjulen silfverbeslagna

Eder vill jag gifva ett förgyllande svärdSom klingar utaf femton guldringarOch strida huru I strida villStridsplatsen skolen i väl vinna

Eder vill jag gifva en skjorta så nyDen bästa I lysten att slitaInte är hon sömnad av nål eller tråMen virkat av silket det hvita

Sådana gåfvor jag toge väl emotOm du vore en kristelig qvinnaMen nu så är du det värsta bergatrollAf Neckens och djävulens stämma

Bergatrollet ut på dörren sprangHon rister och jämrar sig svåraHade jag fått den fager ungersvenSå hade jag mistat min plåga

Herr Mannelig herr Mannelig trolofven i migFör det jag bjuder så gernaI kunnen väl svara endast ja eller nejOm i viljen eller ej

Sir Mannelig

Early one morning before the sun did riseAnd the birds sang their sweet songThe mountain troll proposed to the fair squireShe had a false deceitful tongue

Sir Mannelig, Sir Mannelig won't you marry meFor all that I'll gladly give youYou may answer only yes or noWill you do so or no

To you I will give the twelve great steedsThat graze in a shady groveNever has a saddle been mounted on their backsNor had a bit in their mouths

To you I will give the twelve fine millsThat stand between Tillo and TernoThe mill stones are made of the reddest brassAnd the wheels are silver-laden

To you I will give the gilded swordThat jingles from fifteen gold ringsAnd strike with it in battle as you willOn the battlefield you will conquer

To you I will give a brand new shirtThe lustrous best for to wearIt is not sewn with needle or threadBut crocheted of the whitest silk

Gifts such as these I would gladly receiveIf you were a Christian womanBut I know you are the worst mountain trollFrom the spawn of Necken* and the devil

The mountain troll ran out the doorShe wailed and she shrieked so loudly"Had I gotten that handsome squireFrom my torment I would be free now"

Sir Mannelig, Sir Mannelig won't you marry meFor all that I'll gladly give youYou may answer only yes or noWill you do so or no

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