Den Gode Grønne Skogen [English translation]

I'll make a bet with you my fair maid

I'll bet a hundred dales to ten

That as a maiden you'll go to the good green woods

But as a maiden you will not come home

A bet with you my good friend

You'll bet a hundred dales to ten

As a maiden I'll go to the good green woods

And as a maiden I'll also come home

And when she came to the good green woods

She found him in a deep sleep

With a cloak so fine and a rose as red as blood

And a bunch of green twigs by his foot

Three times she walked around her sleeping friend

Three times she kissed his cheek

Three times she lay her hand on his chest

While he laid there in his deep sleep

Then she took a ring of the reddest gold

And bound it in his hair

This to let her beloved know

That she had been there while he slept

At the break of day he awoke at last

He found himself alone and forgotten

Shamefully he recalled his daring words

And knew he had lost his bet

Three times he called his servant and his horse

Three times he called his dog

Why did you not wake me from the deep sleep

When you saw my beloved was here

Three times, my lord, I shouted your name

Three times I blew my horn

But I could not wake you from your deep sleep

Before your hearts dearest had gone

Had I been awake when my beloved was here

I would have gotten my will

Or else the birds in this green woods would get

To quench their thirst with her blood