Hvřrt skal tú riđa, Ólavur mín
á lofti hongur brynja tín
Tú fer ikki at veiđa tađ hind
men tú fer til tína leikalind
Hvit er skjúrtan, vćl er hon tvigin
í blóđi verđur hon av tćr drigin
Ólavur snúđist síni móđur frá
Gud gevi ikki ganga sum mćr er spáad
Ungir kallar, kátir kallar, gangiđ upp á gólv
dansiđ lystilig
Ólavur ríđur eftir bjřrgunum fram
-kol og smiđur viđ
fann hann upp á eitt álvarann
Út kom eitt tađ álvafljóđ
flćttađ hár á herđar dró
Ver vćlkomin Ólavur Riddararós
tú gakk í dans og kvřđ fyri oss
Tú tarvt ikki flćtta títt hár fyri meg
eg eri ikki komin at biđja teg
Solo: Heri Joensen
Eg kann ikki meira hjá álvum vera
í morgin lati eg mítt brúdleyp gera
Hvat heldur vilt tú sjey vetur liggja á strá
ella vilt tú í morgin til moldar gá
Hon skonti honum í drykkjuhorn
har fór í tađ eiturkorn
Ólavur studdist viđ sađilboga
-kol og smiđur viđ
hann kysti tá moy av lítlum huga
Ungir kallar, kátir kallar, gangiđ upp á gólv
dansiđ lystilig
Translation:
Olaf Knightrose
Where are you going, Olaf
your armour hangs in the attic
You are not going to hunt for deer
you are going to your mistress
White is your shirt, well has it been washed
It will be taken of you in blood
Olav turned away from his mother
God grant that it does not go as it has been foretold
Young lads, happy lads, step up on the floor
dance merrily
Olaf rides along the mountains
-with coal and smith
He came upon an elven house
Out came an elven maiden
Plaided hair on shoulders lay
Be welcome Olaf Knightrose
come to the dance and sing for us
You need not plaid your hair for me
I have not come to ask for you
I can no longer stay with the elves
for tomorrow I will wed
What would you rather, lie ill for seven winters
or be buried tomorrow
She filled him a drinkinghorn
in it went a grain of poison
Olaf leaned on the saddlebow
-with coal and smith
as he reluctantly kissed the maiden
Young lads, happy lads, step up on the floor
dance merrily |
