Vänner Och Fränder

Friends and relatives gathered to discuss
How they would marry off their cousin this year
In the rose
Gathered to discuss
How they would marry off their cousin this year

We want to give you a king's son as a husband
Who has more gold than little Roland has land
A king's son as a husband
Who has more gold than little Roland has land

On Saturday and Sunday the announcement was made
On Monday and Tuesday they would see what she received
The announcement was made
On Monday and Tuesday they would see what she received

On Wednesday and Thursday wine was mixed
On Friday and Saturday the honor day was celebrated
Wine was mixed
On Friday and Saturday the honor day was celebrated

They drank for days, they drank for two
But the bride did not want to go to bed
Drank for two
But the bride did not want to go to bed

They drank for days, they drank for three
But the bride did not want to see the beds
Drank for three
But the bride did not want to see the beds

Then a young sailor came in
And he was dressed in a blue coat
Young sailor
And he was dressed in a blue coat

He stood at the table and spoke
I only see the masts that go there
Spoke
I only see the masts that go there

So the maiden shines towards the high loft
She runs that way towards the seashore
High loft
She runs that way towards the seashore

She ran on stones, she ran on tiptoe
But she was careful of the blue waves
Ran on tiptoe
But she was careful of the blue waves

They invited her into the ship
And offered her to drink both mead and wine
Into the ship
And offered her to drink both mead and wine

I see, I see your small white fingers
That the wedding ring was not on them until yesterday
Small white fingers
That the wedding ring was not on them until yesterday

I see, I see your golden hair
That the bridal wreath was not on it until yesterday
Golden hair
That the bridal wreath was not on it until yesterday

I see, I see your snow-white breasts
That there has been no child's voice
Snow-white breasts
That there has been no child's voice

And the maiden lies by little Roland's side
She feels neither sorrow nor distress
In the rose
By little Roland's side
She feels neither sorrow nor distress