[The Ballad of Per Tysson's daughters in Vnge]



[Lyrics: Tradititional, Translation: Mathias Blad]



Per Tyrsson's daughters in Vnge

Oh how chilly their woods

They were fast asleep a long time ago

Whilst the woods burst into leaf



The youngest was the first one to awake

She soon awoke the others



They sat themselves down upon their beds

and plaited the hair on each other's heads



Then they dressed in clothes of silk

and made their way to church



When they came to Vnga hill

they met three robbers who held them still



"Pray, would you care to become robbers' wives?

Or would you rather lose your lives?"



"We would not care to become robbers' wives.

We would much rather lose our lives."



They chopped their heads off on birch-wood stem

and soon three wells sprung forth by them



The bodies were dug down in muddy ground,

the clothes they carried to Vnga town.



As they arrived in Vnga farm

Fru Karin came to greet them.



"Say, would you care to buy clothes of silk

that nine maidens have knitted and crotcheted?"



"Open your bundles and let me see

maybe I know them, all three."



Fru Karin quivers as never before

and runs to Per Tyrsson who stands by the door



"There are three robbers outside our farm

they've gotten rid of our daughters"



Per Tyrsson grabs his sword and then

he runs to slay the two older men.



He asked the third one before he stroke

"Who is your father and mother?"



"Our father Per Tyrsson in Vnge,

our mother Fru Karin in Skrnge."



Per Tyrsson went to the smithy

and forged himself iron round his waist.



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