Lyrics and translation Paddy Reilly - Deportees

Deportees

Villemann gjekk seg te storan å,
Hei fagraste lindelauvi alle
Der han ville gullharpa slå
For de runerne de lyster han å vinne

Villemann gjenge for straumen å stå,
Hei fagraste lindelauvi alle
Mesterleg kunne han gullharpa slå
For de runerne de lyster han å vinne

Han leika med lente, han leika med list,
Hei fagraste lindelauvi alle
Og fugelen tagna på grønande kvist
For de runerne de lyster han å vinne

Han leika med lente, han leika med gny,
Han leika Magnhild av nykkens arm

Men då steig trolli upp or djupaste sjø,
Det gjalla i berg og det runga i sky

Då slo han si harpe til bonns i sin harm,
Og utvinner krafti av trollenes arm

Deportees

The town crier went to the market,
Oh, fairest leaves of linden,
Where he intended to play a golden harp,
And to win the runes that he desired.

The town crier went to the riverbank,
Oh, fairest leaves of linden,
And masterfully played a golden harp,
And to win the runes that he desired.

He played with delicacy, he played with cunning,
Oh, fairest leaves of linden,
And the bird grew silent on the green branch,
And to win the runes that he desired.

He played with delicacy, he played with thunder,
He played "Magnhild" from the neck of the nix.

But then arose the troll from the deepest sea,
It echoed in the mountains and it thundered in the sky.

Then he smashed his harp into the depths in his rage,
And overcame the might of the troll's arm.