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Sir Olof rideth out ere dawn,

Breaketh day, falleth rime;

Bright day him came on.

Sir Olof cometh home,

When the wood it is leaf-green.

Sir Olof rides by Borgya,

Breaketh day, falleth rime;

Meets a dance of Elves so gay.

Sir Olof cometh home,

When the wood it is leaf-green.

There danceth Elf and Elve-maid,

Breaketh day, falleth rime;

Elve-king's daughter, with her flying hair.

Sir Olof cometh home,

When the wood it is leaf-green.

Elve-king's daughter reacheth her hand free,

Breaketh day, falleth rime;

"Come here, Sir Olof, tread the dance with me."

Sir Olof cometh home,

When the wood it is leaf-green.

"Nought I tread the dance with thee,"

Breaketh day, falleth rime;

"My bride hath that forbidden me."

Sir Olof cometh home,

When the wood it is leaf-green.

"Nought I will and nought I may,"

Breaketh day, falleth rime;

"To-morrow is my wedding-day."

Sir Olof cometh home,

When the wood it is leaf-green.

"Wilt thou not tread the dance with me?"

Breaketh day, falleth rime;

"An evil shall I fix on thee."

Sir Olof cometh home,

When the wood it is leaf-green.

Sir Olof turned his horse therefrom,

Breaketh day, falleth rime;

Sickness and plague follow him home.

Sir Olof cometh home,

When the wood it is leaf-green.

Sir Olof to his mother's rode,

Breaketh day, falleth rime;

Out before him his mother stood.

Sir Olof cometh home,

When the wood it is leaf-green.

"Welcome, welcome, my dear son,"

Breaketh day, falleth rime;

"Why is thy rosy cheek so wan?"

Sir Olof cometh home,

When the wood it is leaf-green.

"My colt was swift and I tardy,"

Breaketh day, falleth rime;

"I knocked against a green oak-tree."

Sir Olof cometh home,

When the wood it is leaf-green.

"My dear sister, prepare my bed,"

Breaketh day, falleth rime;

"My dear brother, take my horse to the mead."

Sir Olof cometh home,

When the wood it is leaf-green.

"My dear mother, brush my hair,"

Breaketh day, falleth rime;

"My dear father, make me a bier."

Sir Olof cometh home,

When the wood it is leaf-green.

"My dear son, that do not say,"

Breaketh day, falleth rime;

To-morrow is thy wedding-day."

Sir Olof cometh home,

When the wood it is leaf-green.

"Be it when it will betide,"

Breaketh day, falleth rime;

"I ne'er shall come unto my bride."

Sir Olof cometh home,

When the wood it is leaf-green.138