O Silibrand körde uppå höga loftesvala,
(Allt under den linden så gröna.)
Der fick han sin dotter i lunden fara.
(I riden så varliga genom lunden med henne.)

O välest mig, välest mig vad jag nu ser.
Jag ser min dotter, hon kommer till mig.

O Silibrand fämnar ut kappan så blå,
Der föder hon två karska svenbranen på.

Min fader skall jag giva min gångare grå,
Som han skall rida till kyrkan uppå.

Min syster skall jag giva mina guldringar sju,
Som jag ej haft sen jag stod [bad word] 

Min broder skall jag giva mina handskar små,
Som han skall ha likvart han går.

Den ene så för dom till Freyas dop,
Den andrä så för dom till Valhalla sal.

Oh Silibrand rode up to the top of the mound,
(All under the lime tree so green.)
There he got to see his daughter going in the grove.
(You ride so carefully through the grove with her.)
 
Oh woe is me, woe is me, what do I see.
I see my daughter, [bad word] to me.
 
Oh, Silibrand spreads out his cape so blue,
There she gave birth to twin sons.
 
To my father I will give my grey steed,
Which he will ride to the church upon.
 
To my sister I will give my seven gold rings,
That I haven't worn since I was a bride.
 
To my brother I will give my small gloves,
That he will carry with him wherever he goes.
 
One child they took to Freya's christening,
The other one they took to the hall of Valhalla.