Early one morning before the sun did rise the birds sang their sweet song The mountain troll proposed to the fair squire She had a false deceitful tongue Sir Mannelig, Sir Mannelig won`t you marry me For all that I`ll gladly give you You may answer only yes or no Will you do so or no To you I will give the twelve great steeds That graze in a shady grove Never has a saddle been mounted on their backs Nor had a bit in their mouths To you I will give the twelve fine mills That st between Tillo Terno The mill stones are made of the reddest brass the wheels are silver-laden To you I will give the gilded sword That jingles from fifteen gold rings strike with it in battle as you will On the battlefield you will conquer To you I will give a br new shirt The lustrous best for to wear It is not sewn with needle or thread But cro编辑于2009/04/28更新