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• Artiste: Týr
• Titre: Ólavur Riddararós
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“Hvørt skal tú riða, Ólavur mín á lofti hongur brynja tín Tú fer ikki at veiða tað hind men tú fer til tína leikalind Hvit er skjúrtan, væl er hon tvigin í blóði verður hon av tær drigin” Ólavur snúðist síni móður frá “Gud gevi ikki ganga sum mær er spáad” Ungir kallar, kátir kallar, gangið upp á gólv dansið lystilig Ólavur ríður eftir bjørgunum fram -kol og smiður við fann hann upp á eitt álvarann Út kom eitt tað álvafljóð flættað hár á herðar dró “Ver vælkomin Ólavur Riddararós tú gakk í dans og kvøð fyri oss” “Tú tarvt ikki flætta títt hár fyri meg eg eri ikki komin at biðja teg Eg kann ikki meira hjá álvum vera í morgin lati eg mítt brúdleyp gera” “Hvat heldur vilt tú sjey vetur liggja á strá ella vilt tú í morgin til moldar gᔠHon skonti honum í drykkjuhorn har fór í tað eiturkorn Ólavur studdist við saðilboga -kol og smiður við hann kysti tá moy av lítlum huga Ungir kallar, kátir kallar, gangið upp á gólv dansið 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