Margit Hjuske [English translation]

Hjukse the proudest farm in Sauherad was

Time passes so slowly

Proud Margit was the daughter on that farm

It is I who bear this heavy sorrow

Proud Margit got ready to go to church

So she took the road to the mountain there low*

And when she came by the mountain wall

Came the mountain king with his long white beard

He poured her a goblet of the clearest wine

Take this and drink it, proud Margit mine

She remained in the mountain for nine years

And she bore three sons and three daughters

Proud Margit she spoke to the mountain king

''May I be allowed to my father to go?''

''Yes, you may be allowed to your father to see

But you must be absent one hour to wash*''

''I believe it is Margit whom I love so dearly

Oh my dear daughter, are you really here!''

And then came the mountain king fast as a fire

''Aren't you coming home to the children tonight?''

Farewell now when everyone in my home

Now come I never …* more

• Artist:Gåte
• Album:Jygri