Veli - Hedningarna

I was in the days that are gone--

I was like an apple flower

A cowberry flower on a hillside

My father used to call me blossom

Mother used to call me sunrise

And a moon my sister called me

I went out to tend the cattle--

As a lassie out to herd sheep

To a brook I came thus herding

On the bank there stood a willow

From the willow fell a young lad

With a buckle, a belt in his hand

I, poor lassie, took to weeping,--

And the youngster wondered, asking

What is it you weep for, maiden?

There is something that I weep for

I do weep for my young brother

I have not seen him with my eyes

Since he went to war at a young age

Since he went to war at a young age

Do not weep for your young brother--

Look, there comes now your young brother

Under the castle oars are rowing

Above the castle the head is looking

I, poor lassie, began to listen,

I, the wretched one, started looking

I, poor lassie, began to listen,

I, the wretched one, started looking

But my brother stood beside me--

In front of me my mother’s young one