[The Ballad of Per Tysson's daughters in Vange]
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[Lyrics: Tradititional, Translation: Mathias Blad]
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Per Tyrsson's daughters in Vange
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Oh how chilly their woods
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They were fast asleep a long time ago
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Whilst the woods burst into leaf
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The youngest was the first one to awake
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She soon awoke the others
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They sat themselves down upon their beds
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and plaited the hair on each other's heads
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Then they dressed in clothes of silk
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and made their way to church
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When they came to Vanga hill
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they met three robbers who held them still
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"Pray, would you care to become robbers' wives?
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Or would you rather lose your lives?"
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"We would not care to become robbers' wives.
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We would much rather lose our lives."
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They chopped their heads off on birch-wood stem
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and soon three wells sprung forth by them
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The bodies were dug down in muddy ground,
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the clothes they carried to Vanga town.
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As they arrived in Vanga farm
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Fru Karin came to greet them.
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"Say, would you care to buy clothes of silk
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that nine maidens have knitted and crotcheted?"
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"Open your bundles and let me see
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maybe I know them, all three."
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Fru Karin quivers as never before
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and runs to Per Tyrsson who stands by the door
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"There are three robbers outside our farm
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they've gotten rid of our daughters"
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Per Tyrsson grabs his sword and then
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he runs to slay the two older men.
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He asked the third one before he stroke
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"Who is your father and mother?"
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"Our father Per Tyrsson in Vange,
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our mother Fru Karin in Skrange."
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Per Tyrsson went to the smithy
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and forged himself iron round his waist.
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"What shall our retribution be?"
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"We'll build a church out of stone and lime."
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"Karna Church shall be its name"
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Oh how chilly their woods
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"Oh, how willingly we will build it ."
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Whilst the woods burst into leaf
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[Per Tyrssons Dottrar i Vange]
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[Lyrics: Tradititional: Swedish Version]
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Per Tyrssons dottrar i Vange.
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Kaller var deras skog.
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De sovo en somn for lange.
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Medan skogen han lovas.
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Forst vaknad den yngsta,
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sa vackte hon upp de andra
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Sa satte de sig pa sangestock
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sa flatade de varandras lock
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Sa togo de pa sina silkesklar
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sa gingo de sig at kyrkan
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Nar som de kommo pa Vanga lid
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dar motte de tre vallare
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"Sag viljen I bli vallareviv
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eller viljen I mistra era unga liv?"
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"Ej vilja vi blie vallareviv
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hellre vi miste vart unga liv."
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De hogg deras huvu'n pa bjorkestock,
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sa rann dar strax tre kallor opp
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Kropparna grovo de ner i dy,
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kladerna buro de fram till by
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Nar som de kommo till Vanga gard
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ute for dom fru Karin star
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"Och viljen I kopa silkessorkar,
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som nio jungfrur har stickat och virkat?"
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"Los upp edra knyten och lat mig se,
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kanhanda jag kanner dem alla tre."
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Fru Karin sig for brostet slar
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och upp till Per Tyrsson i porten hon gar.
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Dethaller tre vallare pa var gard
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de haver gjort av med dottrarna var."
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Per Tyrsson tar sitt svard i hand
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sa hogg han ihjal de aldsta tva
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Den tredje fraga han innan han slog:
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"Vad heter er fader och mor?"
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"Var fader Per Tyrsson ivange,
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var moder fru Karin i Skrange."
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Per Tyrsson han gar sig at smedjan,
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han lat smida sig jarn om midjan
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"Vad ska vi nu gora for syndamen?"
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"Vi ska bygga upp en kyrka av kalk och sten!"
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"Den kyrkan ska heta Krana."
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Kaller var deras skog
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"Den ska vi bygga upp sa garna"
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Medan skogen han lovas
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Per Tyrssons Dottar I Vange
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