Ramund var sig en bedre mand
om han havde bedre klćder
Dronningen gav hannem klćder pĺ stand
af blĺgarn, bast og lćder
“Sĺdant vil jeg ikke ha,” sagde Ramund.
“Sĺdant stĺr mig ikke bra,” sagde Ramund hin unge
Ramund gik sig ved salten sřstrand
der sĺ han syv jćtter stande
“Tager jeg Ramund pĺ min mindste hĺnd
og kaster ham langt fra lande”
“Det gřr ikke ene du,” sagde Ramund
“I mĺ komme alle syv,” sagde Ramund hin unge
Ramund tog til sit dyre svćrd
det han kaldte dymlingen rřde
Hug han de jćtter syv med en fćrd
at blodet randt dennem til dřde
“Der ligger alle syv,” sagde Ramund
“Alt stĺr jeg her endnu,” sagde Ramund hin unge
Kejseren ud af vinduet sĺ
med angst og sorrigfuld mine
“Hvo er den mand, i gĺrden mon stĺ
og der sĺ hćsselig grine?
“Det er mig, jeg har lyst,” sagde Ramund
“Med dig at vov’ en dyst,” sagde Ramund hin unge
Ramund tog til sin store kniv
den han kaldte dymlingen dyre
Skilte han kejseren ved hans liv
at hovedet flřj femten mile
“Jeg mente den ej bed,” sagde Ramund
“Dog rinder blodet ned,” sagde Ramund hin unge
[Translation:]
The Young Raymond
“Raymond was a better man
if he was better clad”
The queen gave him fine clothes
of blueyarn, bast and leather
“I do not want such,” said Raymond
“It does not suit me,” said the yound Raymond
Raymond walked along the salty beach
There he saw seven giants standing
“I will take Raymond on my smallest hand.
And throw him far offshore”
“You will not do that alone,” said Raymond
“You must come all seven of you,” said the young
Raymond
Raymond took his dear sword
The one he called the red Dimling
He hew the seven giants simultaneously
So that they bled to death
“There they lie, all seven of them,” said Raymond
“And I still stand here,” said the young Raymond
The Emperor looked out the window
In fright and with a sad face
“Who is that man that stands in the yard
and laughs so terribly”
“It is I, and I would like,” said Raymond
“To challenge you to fight,” said the young Raymond
Raymond took his large knife
The one he called the dear Dimling
He took the Emperor’s Life
So that the head flew fifteen miles
“I thought it was blunt,” said Raymond
“And yet the blood flows,” said the yound Raymond
