Ramund var sig en bedre mand
 om han havde bedre klæder
 Dronningen gav hannem klæder på stand
 af blågarn, bast og læder
 “Sådant vil jeg ikke ha,” sagde Ramund.
 “Sådant står mig ikke bra,” sagde Ramund hin unge

 Ramund gik sig ved salten søstrand
 der så han syv jætter stande
 “Tager jeg Ramund på min mindste hånd
 og kaster ham langt fra lande”
 “Det gør ikke ene du,” sagde Ramund
 “I må komme alle syv,” sagde Ramund hin unge

 Ramund tog til sit dyre sværd
 det han kaldte dymlingen røde
 Hug han de jætter syv med en færd
 at blodet randt dennem til døde
 “Der ligger alle syv,” sagde Ramund
 “Alt står jeg her endnu,” sagde Ramund hin unge

 Kejseren ud af vinduet så
 med angst og sorrigfuld mine
 “Hvo er den mand, i gården mon stå
 og der så hæsselig grine?
 “Det er mig, jeg har lyst,” sagde Ramund
 “Med dig at vov’ en dyst,” sagde Ramund hin unge

 Ramund tog til sin store kniv
 den han kaldte dymlingen dyre
 Skilte han kejseren ved hans liv
 at hovedet fløj femten mile
 “Jeg mente den ej bed,” sagde Ramund
 “Dog rinder blodet ned,” sagde Ramund hin unge

 [Translation:]

 The Young Raymond

 “Raymond was a better man
 if he was better clad”
 The queen gave him fine clothes
 of blueyarn, bast and leather
 “I do not want such,” said Raymond
 “It does not suit me,” said the yound Raymond

 Raymond walked along the salty beach
 There he saw seven giants standing
 “I will take Raymond on my smallest hand.
 And throw him far offshore”
 “You will not do that alone,” said Raymond
 “You [bad word] all seven of you,” said the young
 Raymond

 Raymond took his dear sword
 The one he called the red Dimling
 He hew the seven giants simultaneously
 So that they bled to death
 “There they lie, all seven of them,” said Raymond
 “And I still stand here,” said the young Raymond

 The Emperor looked out the window
 In fright and with a sad face
 “Who is that man that stands in the yard
 and laughs so terribly”
 “It is I, and I would like,” said Raymond
 “To challenge you to fight,” said the young Raymond

 Raymond took his large knife
 The one he called the dear Dimling
 He took the Emperor’s Life
 So that the head flew fifteen miles
 “I thought it was blunt,” said Raymond
 “And yet the blood flows,” said the yound Raymond