The mother
and daughter stood
and baked bread
In came the fox in his fur so red
The mother and daughter stood and strained the wine
In came the wolf in his grey coat so fine
Aren´t you our mother who gave us no life
Now shall you be fried up and eaten with knife
Aren´t you our mother who gave us no food
Now shall you be fried up and laid on a plate
Aren´t you our mother who gave us no drink
Now shall you be slaughtered and cut into pieces
They took the mother and daughter and ripped their clothes
They took the mother and daughter and tore them apart
They took away their bread and wine
Began to scratch and lacerate their skin
Now the mother and doughter are dead
They sucked and drank their heart´s blood
They took the good mother and doughter
Drank eagerly their heart´s blood
Hardly had they drunk their warm blood
When the witch before them stood
She hit them with an enchanted rod
Two handsome princes were what that rod gave
"I hit you with my rod, the curse gave way
Caused by the punished mother´s cruel treachery."
Kulleritova
Je klettre
opp
på´n stor´n stejn
Lure så de höurles allt heim
Till tileri torum, tolv rövar´ i skogom
Tolv kära vära döm
Storoxen hängde döm, gehll´n barna skrämde
döm,
Små hunnan dängde döm
Allt sen je höurle, a gullros mi göule
Långt långt långt långt sönna
Dårfjelle
Little
Kersti
There lived a
farmer on
Ostervalla moor
And o the little one
Daughters he had and so dear to him were they
In the royal stable she worked in secrecy
Children he had four, children he had five, but
And o the little one
Little Kersti was the dearest of them all
In the royal stable she worked in secrecy
Little Kersti, she went to the tailor´s village
And o the little one
And there they made her new knight´s clothes
In the royal stable she worked in secrecy
Little Kersti, she went to the shoemakers village
And o the little one
And there they made her new knight´s boots
In the royal stable she worked in secrecy
By day she rode the horses in meadows green
And o the little one
By night she slept in the bed of the duke
In the royal stable she worked in secrecy
By day she rode the horses to water
And o the little one
By night she slept in the arms of the duke
In the royal stable she worked in secrecy
"Our stable boy has become so strangely heavy
And o the little one
That he can´t climb up in the saddle"
In the royal stable she worked in secrecy
"Our stable boy has become so strangely fat
And o the little one
That he can´t ride when the sun shines hot"
In the royal stable she worked in secrecy
When the queen through the stable door stepped
And o the little one
Little Kersti, she hid deep in stall
In the royal stable she worked in secrecy
The Duke he spread out his cloak so blue
And o the little one
There she lay down and she birthed sons two
In the royal stable she worked in secrecy
Maidens and princesses cried in despair
And o the little one
For now Little Kersti sleeps on the young king´s arm
In the royal stable she worked in secrecy
Maidens and princesses are crying rivers
And o the little one
That he took a farmer´s daughter
In the royal stable she worked in secrecy
We
Won't Grieve
We won't
grieve for tomorrow
much less for another year
We won't grieve for tomorrow
much less for another year
Our money we shall trade
For coffee and for moonshine
And along the way we shall revel
Our money we shall trade
For coffee and for moonshine
And along the way we shall revel
Sold
Away
There lived a
gentleman on
Sartavalla Island
He sold his daughter off for a half a loaf of bread
May you wander the land of the Jews
The sailors cast their oars overboard
The beautiful virgin she wrings her hands till they bleed
Oh my dear sailors wait a moment
For I see my brother coming in the rosy grove
Oh my dear brother you haven´t more than two shimmering horses
One you can sell, and release me again
I do not want to wander in the lands of the Jews
Oh yes I have only two shimmering horses
But neither can I sell to release you again
May you come to wander in the lands of the Jews
The sailors cast their oars overboard
The beautiful virgin she wrings her hands till they bleed
Oh my dear sailors wait a moment
For I see my loved one coming in the rosy grove
Oh my dear one, you haven´t more than two golden rings
One you can sell and release me again
I do not wander in the lands of the Jews
I haven´t more than two golden rings
One shall I sell, the other shall you have
You won´t be wandering in the land of the Jews
The
Stepmother
The small
children asked their
father´s permission
To visit their mother´s grave
You noble maiden, you beautiful virgin
Yes, you may go to your mother´s grave
If you can find any use thereof
You noble maiden, you beautiful virgin
The first she cried tears, the second she cried blood
The third cried her mother up from the blackest mud
You noble maiden, you beautiful virgin
Mrs. Gyllenborg knocked with her fingers so small
"Stand up!" for Mrs. Silverlod to draw open the lock
You noble maiden, you beautiful virgin
If you will not be a good mother
In hell I will find you a chair
You noble maiden, you beautiful virgin
But if you will be a good mother
In heaven I shall set you a table
You noble maiden, you beautiful virgin
