Vanner och frander (Friends and kin) by Garmarna

Warning
This is not for children or the fainthearted Judeo-Chistians who have been conditioned through Jewish scripture (The Bible) and a rewritten history to view the pre-Christian Europeans (Aryans) as the Boogeyman personified!

Vanner och frander (Friends and kin) Lyrics
Friends and kinsfolk met to deliberate
To whom would they marry their kinswoman this year

Rosy youth
They deliberated
To whom would they marry their kinswoman this year

We want you to wed the king's son
Who has more gold than poor Roland has land
Wed the king's son
Who has more gold than poor Roland has land

On Saturday and Sunday the bid was set
Monday and Tuesday we shall see what she gets
The bid was set
Monday and Tuesday we shall see what she gets

On Wednesday and Thursday the wine was made
Friday and Saturday they drank to honour the day
Wine was made
Friday and Saturday they drank to honour the day

They drank for days, they drank for two,
But the bride wouldn't to the chamber go
They drank for two
But the bride wouldn't to the chamber go

They drank for days, they drank for three
But the bridal bed she refused to see
They drank for three
But the bridal bed she refused to see

Then entered in a poor ship's hand
Dressed in a blue blouse both tattered and torn
Poor ship's hand
Dressed in a blue blouse both tattered and torn

He stood at the table and he spoke
I see only masts and the places they go
And he spoke
I see only masts and the places they go

And the maiden went up to the high loft
And ran down the path to the broad sea shore
Went to the high loft
And ran down the path to the broad sea shore

She ran on the rocks, she tiptoed
But took great care to mind the blue waves below
she tiptoed
But took great care to mind the blue waves below

And she was invited on board the ship
And there they lavished her with both mead and wine
On board ship
And there they lavished her with both mead and wine

I see I see on your small white fingers
The wedding ring has not been there for long
Small white fingers
The wedding ring has not been there for long

I see I see on your golden hair
That the bridal wreath was not there before yesterday
Golden hair
That the bridal wreath was not there before yesterday

I see I see on your snow-white breasts
That small children they have not yet consoled
Snow-white breasts
That small children they have not yet consoled

And now the maiden lays at poor Roland's side
She feels neither sorrow nor anguish
Rosy youth
At poor Roland's side
She feels neither sorrow nor anguish