Mar Stig (No. 7)

Ranild bade saddle his charger gray,
'Twas told me oft before,
"I'll be the Algrave's guest today,
"Tho' friends I have no more.

Ranild rode up to his castle gate,
'Twas told him oft before
Where ermine-clad the Algrave sate,
Tho' friends he had no more.

"Hail noble Algrave, here I come,
'Twas told thee oft before,
"To fetch my trothplight Kirstin home,
"Tho' friends I have no more."

Then up and spake her mother dear,
"'Twas told thee oft before,
"For thee is bride no longer here,
"For friends thou hast no more."

"I'll either with the maid return,
"'Twas told you oft before
"Or else your house and chattels burn,
"Tho' friends I have no more."

"Nay set not thou the house on flame,
"'Twas told thee oft before,
"E'en take the bride thou'rt come to claim,
"Tho' friends thou hast no more."

In mantle wrapt the gentle maid,
'Twas told her oft before,
On Ranild's good gray horse was laid,
Tho' friends he had no more.

No other bridal bed had they,
'Twas told her oft before,
Than bush, and field, and new made hay.
For friends he had no more.

"The wood has ears, the mead can see,
"Twas told thee oft before,
"A wretched outlawed pair are we,
"For friends I have no more."

"And had you not King Erick slain,
"'Twas told you oft before,
"We still might in the land remain,
"But friends we have no more."

"Stay, Kirstin, stay, such words forbear:,
"'Twas told thee oft before,
"Where strangers are, take greater care,
"For friends we have no more."

With that he slapped her cheek so red,
"'Twas told thee oft before,
"It was not I, smote Erick dead,
"Tho' friends I have no more."