Ramund

Ramund would be a better man
If he had better clothes
The queen dressed him in fine attire
Of blue yarn, bast, and leather
I don’t want that, said Ramund
That doesn’t suit me, said young Ramund

Ramund walked by the salty shore
There he saw seven giants standing
"I’ll take Ramund with my smallest hand
And throw him far from the land"
You’re not the only one, said Ramund
All seven of you come at me, said young Ramund

Ramund drew his precious sword
The one he called the Red Dymling
He struck the seven giants in one blow
Till their blood ran out and they were dead
There they lie, all seven, said Ramund
I’m still standing here, said young Ramund

Ramund took his big knife
The one he called the Precious Dymling
He separated the emperor from his life
As his head flew fifteen miles
I thought it wouldn’t hurt, said Ramund
But blood is still running down, said young Ramund