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Ramund Hin Unge

Ramund Hin Unge

Ramund var sig en bedre mand
Om han havde bedre klæder
Dronningen gav hannem klæder på stand
Af blågarn, bast og læder
"Sådant vil jeg ikke ha," sagde Ramund.
"Sådant står mig ikke bra," sagde Ramund hin 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
"I må komme alle syv," sagde Ramund hin unge

Ramund tog til sit dyre sværd
Det han kaldte dymlingen røde
Hug han de jætter syv med en færd
At blodet randt dennem til døde
"Der ligger alle syv," sagde Ramund
"Alt står jeg her endnu," sagde Ramund hin unge

Kejseren ud af vinduet så
Med angst og sorrigfuld mine
"Hvo er den mand, i gården mon stå
Og der så hæsselig grine?
"Det er mig, jeg har lyst," sagde Ramund
"Med dig at vov' en dyst," sagde Ramund hin 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 hin unge

Ramund the Young

Ramund the Young

Ramund would be a finer man,
If he had finer clothes.
The Queen gave him clothes of high stand,
Of blue yarn, bast, and leather.
"Such I will not have," said Ramund.
"Such does not suit me well," said Ramund the young.

Ramund walked by the salty seashore,
There he saw seven giants stand.
"I'll take Ramund in my smallest hand,
And cast him far from land."
"That you won't do alone," said Ramund,
"You all seven must come," said Ramund the young.

Ramund took to his dear sword,
That he called the red Dymling.
He struck the seven giants with one sweep,
So that their blood ran to their death.
"There they all seven lie," said Ramund,
"While I still stand here," said Ramund the young.

The Emperor looked out the window,
With fear and sorrowful face.
"Who is the man that stands in the yard,
And laughs so terribly there?
"It is I, I have the desire," said Ramund,
"To dare a duel with you," said Ramund the young.

Ramund took to his great knife,
The one he called the dear Dymling.
He parted the Emperor from his life,
So that his head flew fifteen miles.
"I did not mean it that well," said Ramund,
"But the blood still runs down," said Ramund the young.