Herr Mannelig (Swedish Folk Song)

Early one morning before the sun ran up

Before the birds began to sing

The mountain troll proposed to the handsome young man

She had a false tongue

Herr Mannelig, herr Mannelig, will you be betrothed to me?

For that, I offer you gifts very gladly

Surely you can answer but yes or no

If you wish to or not

To you I wish to give the twelve steads

That go in the grove of roses

Never has there been any saddles upon them

Nor bridles in their mouths

To you I wish to give the twelve mills

That stand between Tillö and Ternö

The stones are made of the reddest gold

And the wheels are silver-laden

To you I wish to give a gilded sword

That chimes of fifteen gold rings

And battle how you will

The battle you would surely win

To you I wish to give a shirt so new

The best you will want to wear

It [literally: she] was not sewn by needle or thread

But crocheted of white silk

Such gifts I would surely accept

If thou wert a Christian [or: pious] woman

However, thou art the worst mountain troll

With the voice [or: society, origin] of Necken and the Devil

The mountain troll ran out the door

She shakes and wails hard

Had I got the handsome young man

I would have got rid of my torment

Herr Mannelig, herr Mannelig, will you be betrothed to me?

For that, I offer you gifts very gladly

Surely you can answer but yes or no

If you wish to or not