Knut liten og Sylvelin [English translation]

The king and Knut the Small sat at a table

-Icelily (probably a nickname for Sylvelin?)

They spoke many a jest and joke

So tenderly does Sylvelin secretly take care of little Knut

"Listen, Little Knut, what I ask you:

would you exchange horses with me?"

"Well, were I to exchange horses with you:

then I'd take your daughter in exchange"

"Should my daughter not be better wed?

I'd rather dress her in horse's hide."

Knut the Small stands up from the king's table

"Oh surely would I revenge those words!"

He patted the covers with gloved hand

"Surely you recognize Knut the Small, your betrothed?"

"Here you sit, king, drinking mead and wine,

while Knut the Small sleeps with your daughter."

The king let it be shouted all over the farm:

"Dress youselves, hirdmen, in blue mailshirts."

Knut the Small hacked till he was tired

Till the blood stood higher than silver-buckled shoe.

Knut the Small came riding back to the farm,

The king stands waiting for him outside

"Knut the Small, still your silver-bowed sword,

I give you my daughter, you are worthy of her."

• Artist:Gåte
• Album:Iselilja