"Hv?rt skal t? ri?a, ?lavur m?n ? lofti hongur brynja t?n T? fer ikki at vei?a ta? hind men t? fer til t?na leikalind Hvit er skj?rtan, v?l er hon tvigin ? bl??i ver?ur hon av t?r drigin" ?lavur sn??ist s?ni m??ur fr? "Gud gevi ikki ganga sum m?r er sp?ad" Ungir kallar, k?tir kallar, gangi? upp ? g?lv dansi? lystilig ?lavur r??ur eftir bj?rgunum fram -kol og smi?ur vi? fann hann upp ? eitt ?lvarann ?t kom eitt ta? ?lvaflj?? fl?tta? h?r ? her?ar dr? "Ver v?lkomin ?lavur Riddarar?s t? gakk ? dans og kv?? fyri oss" "T? tarvt ikki fl?tta t?tt h?r fyri meg eg eri ikki komin at bi?ja teg [Solo: Heri Joensen] Eg kann ikki meira hj? ?lvum vera ? morgin lati eg m?tt br?dleyp gera" "Hvat heldur vilt t? sjey vetur liggja ? str? ella vilt t? ? morgin til moldar g?" Hon skonti honum ? drykkjuhorn har f?r ? ta? eiturkorn ?lavur studdist vi? sa?ilboga -kol og smi?ur vi? hann kysti t? moy av l?tlum huga Ungir kallar, k?tir kallar, gangi? upp ? g?lv dansi? 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