Varulven (The Werewolf)
 

The maiden she would to her true love go

Linden trees shiver in the grove

So she took the road to the woods below

Bound by the love of the forest

 

And when she reached the woods below

Linden trees shiver in the grove

There she met a grizzled wolf

Bound by the love of the forest

 

O dear wolf spare my life, if you please

To you I shall give my silver gown

 

Silver gowns suit not me 

Your young life will my hunger feed.

 

O dear wolf do not bite me

Linden trees quiver in the grove

 

To you I shall give my silver shoes

Bound by love of the forest

 

Silver shoes do not suit me

Linden trees quiver in the grove

 

Your young blood will my hunger feed

Bound by love of the forest

 

O dear wolf spare my life if you please,

To you I shall give my golden crown

 

Golden crowns do not suit me

Your young life must my hunger feed.

 

The maiden she climbed up high in an oak

Linden trees quiver in the grove

 

The wolf he paced the ground and howled

Bound by love of the forest

 

The wolf dug the oak up by the roots

Linden trees quiver in the grove

 

The maiden gave a heart-rending cry

Bound by love of the forest

 

Her lad spurred his horse fast as it could ride

Linden trees quiver in the grove

 

He found the place where she tried to hide,

She was bound by love of the forest

 

He found that his maid had there come to harm

Linden trees quiver in the grove

 

He found nothing more than a bloody arm

She was bound by love of the forest