The Werewolf

The maiden she would to the cottage go 
Linden trees quiver in the grove

So she took the path through the forest blue 
She was carrying the [bad word] of love

And when she reached the forest blue 
There she met with a gray wolf 

O dear wolf please don't bite me 
To you I will give my silver gown 

The silver gown won't suit me at all 
Your young life and your blood must go 

O dear wolf please don't bite me 
I will give you my silver shoes 

Silver shoes won't suit me at all 
Your young life and your blood must go 

O dear wolf please don't bite me 
I will give you my golden crown

golden crown won't suit me at all 
Your young life and your blood must go 

The maiden she climbed up high in an oak 
The wolf he paced the ground and howled 

The wolf dug up the oak by the roots 
The maiden gave a heart-rending cry 

The young page saddled his gray steed 
He rode slightly faster than a bird could fly 

And when he came to the wooded place
He found nothing more than a bloody arm 
 [bad word]  God improve me, young page 
Linden trees quiver in the grove
My maiden is gone, my horse is dead 
She was carrying the [bad word] of love

Gotte wrote this tune a long while ago, but we always felt it needed lyrics. One day Stefan came in with the extremely sad and violent but still beautiful lyrics of this ballad, and we were able to join the tune and the lyrics without too [bad word]  As far as we know this is the only existing medieval ballad in Sweden where a werewolf appears. There are other versions of it, some even more violent and gory.