Den Bortsålda [English translation]

There lived a gentleman on Sartavalla Island

He sold his daughter all for a half a loaf of bread

May you wander the land of the Jews

The sailors cast their oars overboard

The beautiful maid she wrings her hands till they bleed

Oh my dear sailors wait a moment

For I see my brother coming in the rosy grove

Oh my dear brother you haven´t more than two shimmering horses

One you can sell, and release me again

I do not want to wander in the lands of the Jews

Oh yes I have only two shimmering horses

But neither can I sell to release you again

May you come to wander in the lands of the Jews

The sailors cast their oars overboard

The beautiful maid she wrings her hands till they bleed

Oh my dear sailors wait a moment

For I see my loved one coming in the rosy grove

Oh my dear one, you haven´t more than two golden rings

One you can sell and release me again

I do not wish wander in the lands of the Jews

I haven´t more than two golden rings

One shall I sell, the other shall be yours

You won´t be wandering in the land of the Jews