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