Ramund - Myrkur

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

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