Vänner och fränder [English translation]

Friends and kinsfolk met to deliberate

To whom would they marry their kinswoman this year

Rosy youth

They deliberated

To whom would they marry their kinswoman this year

We want you to wed the king's son

Who has more gold than poor Roland has land

Wed the king's son

Who has more gold than poor Roland has land

On Saturday and Sunday the bid was set

Monday and Tuesday we shall see what she gets

The bid was set

Monday and Tuesday we shall see what she gets

On Wednesday and Thursday the wine was made

Friday and Saturday they drank to honour the day

Wine was made

Friday and Saturday they drank to honour the day

They drank for days, they drank for two,

But the bride wouldn't to the chamber go

They drank for two

But the bride wouldn't to the chamber go

They drank for days, they drank for three

But the bridal bed she refused to see

They drank for three

But the bridal bed she refused to see

Then entered in a poor ship's hand

Dressed in a blue blouse both tattered and torn

Poor ship's hand

Dressed in a blue blouse both tattered and torn

He stood at the table and he spoke

I see only masts and the places they go

And he spoke

I see only masts and the places they go

And the maiden went up to the high loft

And ran down the path to the broad sea shore

Went to the high loft

And ran down the path to the broad sea shore

She ran on the rocks, she tiptoed

But took great care to mind the blue waves below

she tiptoed

But took great care to mind the blue waves below

And she was invited on board the ship

And there they lavished her with both mead and wine

On board ship

And there they lavished her with both mead and wine

I see I see on your small white fingers

The wedding ring has not been there for long

Small white fingers

The wedding ring has not been there for long

I see I see on your golden hair

That the bridal wreath was not there before yesterday

Golden hair

That the bridal wreath was not there before yesterday

I see I see on your snow-white breasts

That small children they have not yet consoled

Snow-white breasts

That small children they have not yet consoled

And now the maiden lays at poor Roland's side

She feels neither sorrow nor anguish

Rosy youth

At poor Roland's side

She feels neither sorrow nor anguish