Villemann gjekk seg te storan å,
Hei [bad word] lindelauvi alle
Der han ville gullharpa slå
For [bad word] de lyster han å vinne

Villemann gjenge for straumen å stå,
Hei [bad word] lindelauvi alle
Mesterleg kunne han gullharpa slå
For [bad word] de lyster han å vinne

Han leika med lente, han leika med list,
Hei [bad word] lindelauvi alle
Og fugelen tagna på grønande kvist
For [bad word] de lyster han å vinne

Han leika med lente, han leika med gny,
Hei [bad word] lindelauvi alle
Han leika Magnhild av nykkens arm
For [bad word] de lyster han å vinne

Men då steig trolli upp or djupaste sjø,
Hei [bad word] lindelauvi alle
Det gjalla i berg og [bad word] i sky
For [bad word] de lyster han å vinne

Då slo han si harpe til bonns i sin harm,
Hei [bad word] lindelauvi alle
Og utvinner krafti av trollenes arm.
For [bad word] de lyster han å vinne

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Villeman went to the river
To the most beautiful of all the lime trees
There he wanted to play the golden harp
Then [bad word] promised him luck

Villeman went to stand over the stream
To the most beautiful of all the lime trees
He could play the harp so skillfully
Then [bad word] promised him luck

He played it tenderly, he played it smartly
To the most beautiful of all the lime trees
The birds went quiet in the trees
Then [bad word] promised him luck

He played it softly, he played it loud
To the most beautiful of all the lime trees
He played to release Magnhild from the arms of a Troll
Then [bad word] promised him luck

Then the Troll rose from the depth of the sea
To the most beautiful of all the lime trees [bad word]  and the clouds thundered
Then [bad word] promised him luck

Then he hit the harp with all his fury
To the most beautiful of all the lime trees
And so took his strength and power
Then [bad word] promised him luck