Hemnarsverdet [English translation]

A man so gloomy walketh out

Ne'er a word uttered he

– My steed is getting tired

Does he go out, or goes he in

A tear runs over his cheek and chin

– My steed is getting tired

Long did I ride, long did I run

My father's bane I never found

– My steed is getting tired

What do you think you would

If find him you should

– My steed is getting tired

I would be onto him so mild and meek

I would lead him both out and in

– My steed is getting tired

Up rose the man clad in blue

Your father's bane stands before you

– My steed is getting tired

He snithed door and door-ring

Then he trod into the hall in

– My steed is getting tired

He hacked tables and beams

Neither poor nor rich got away

– My steed is getting tired

The bairn in the cradle lay

Wicked boy, why farest thou so?

– My steed is getting tired

Hush, hush, my little one

You will be my last guest