"Where are you going to ride, my Olav
in the air your armor is hungry
You are not going to hunt that hind
but you are going to your playground
White is the shirt, howl is the two
she will be covered in blood"
Olav turned away from his mother
"God will not allow me to walk as is prophesied"
Young boys, happy boys, get on the floor< br/>dancing with gusto
Ólav rides along the mountains
-coal and wood
he found an alum
Out came a stream of alum
braided hair on his shoulders drew
"Welcome Ólavur Riddararós
you danced and sang for us"
"You don't have to braid your hair for me
I haven't come to ask you
I can't stay with elves anymore
tomorrow I let my wedding day be done"
"What else do you want this winter to lie on straw
or do you want to go to the ground tomorrow"
She chased him into a drinking corner
har went into that poison grain
Ólavr leaned on a saddle bow
-coal and a carpenter
he kissed that moy with little mind
Young fellows, merry calls, get on the floor
dance lustily

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