Ólavur Riddararós [English translation]

“Where are you going, Olaf

your armour hangs in the attic

You are not going to hunt for deer

you are going to your mistress

White is your shirt, well has it been washed

It will be taken of you in blood”

Olav turned away from his mother

“God grant that it does not go as it has been

foretold”

Young lads, happy lads, step up on the floor

dance merrily

Olaf rides along the mountains

-with coal and smith

He came upon an elven house

Out came an elven maiden

Plaided hair on shoulders lay

“Be welcome Olaf Knightrose

come to the dance and sing for us”

“You need not plaid your hair for me

I have not come to ask for you

I can no longer stay with the elves

for tomorrow I will wed”

“What would you rather, lie ill for seven winters

or be buried tomorrow”

She filled him a drinkinghorn

in it went a grain of poison

Olaf leaned on the saddlebow

-with coal and smith

as he reluctantly kissed the maiden

Young lads, happy lads, step up on the floor

dance merrily

• Artist:Týr
• Album:Eric the Red