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Fru Tala hon drцmde en drцm i natt
Vak upp hдr дr en god tid
Att den rike herr Holger han skulle ge tappt
Den rike herr Holger

Jag drцmde jag drцmde om vеr gеngare grе
Han bar dig till tinget du dцdde dдr uppе

Min kдra fru Tala du sдg icke sе
Dina drцmmar kan vдl vakna om en еtta еr

De stцtte pе dцrren med stдnger och spjut
Дr herr Holger hдr inne sе skall han hдr ut

Herr Holger han talte till svennerna tvе
I lдggen gullsadeln pе gеngaren grе

Nдr som de var komna till Kцpenhamn
Der stеndar kung Kristian pе hvitan den strand

I varen vдlkommen herr Holger till mig
Herr Holger herr Holger det kostar ditt lif

Kung Kristian klippte det hufvudet af
Sе blodet det neder till fцtterna rann

Nдr fru Tala fick se hennes herre var lik
Sе domnas hon under skarlaknen hvit

Herr Holger blev grafven nдr klockan var tolf
Nдr klockan var elfva sе kom han igen

Han klappar pе dцrren med fingrarne smе
Fru Tala stig upp dra lеsarne frе

Med ingen sе hafver jag stдmma utsatt
Och ingen sе slдpper jag in uti natt

Min kдra fru Tala gif bonden sin ko
Fцr i helvete der дr sе svеrt att bo

Fru Tala gif Romman och Skromman igen
Fцr i helvete дr sе svеrt att brinna fцr din vдn

Nej om jag sе skulle i helvete som svan
Sе vill jag ej blifva utfattig fцrsann

Far du i helvete med svennerna dina
vak upp hдr дr en god tid
Sе kommer jag efter med mцerna mina
Den rike herr Holger

Translation:

Sir Holger

Lady Tala she dreamed a dream one night
Wake up for the time it is right
That the rich Sir Holger would lose his heart
That rich Sir Holger

I dreamed I dreamed of our grey steed
He carried you to the court where you died

My dear Lady Tala say not so
May your dreams awaken after the eighth year

They bashed at the door with poles and spears
If Sir Holger is in there he must come out

Sir Holger he spoke with his two squires
"Saddle my steed with the saddle of gold"

When they arrived at Copenhagen
There stood King Kristian on the white shore

You Sir Holger are welcome to me
Sir Holger Sir Holger it will cost you your life

King Kristian chopped the head right off
So that blood ran down over his feet

When Lady Tala saw her master's corpse
She went numb under the white sheet

Sir Holger was laid to rest at twelve
At the stroke of eleven he rose up again

He knocked at the door with fingers so thin
Lady Tala slide back the bolts, let me in

With no one have I arranged to meet
And I will let no one in after the night's fall

My dear Lady Tala give the farmer his cow
'Cause in Hell it is so difficult to live

Lady Tala return Romman and Skromman
'Cause in Hell it's hard to burn for your friend

Even if I'd go to Hell as a swan
I would truly not live as a pauper

Go to Hell with your squires
Wake up for the time it is right
And I will follow with my maidens
The rich Sir Holger


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