Early one morning before the sun did rise 
the birds sang their sweet song 
The mountain troll proposed to the fair squire 
She had a false deceitful tongue 
Sir Mannelig, Sir Mannelig won`t you marry me 
For all that I`ll gladly give you 
You may answer only yes or no 
Will you do so or no 
To you I will give the twelve great steeds 
That graze in a shady grove 
Never has a saddle been mounted on their backs 
Nor had a bit in their mouths 
To you I will give the twelve fine mills 
That st between Tillo Terno 
The mill stones are made of the reddest brass 
the wheels are silver-laden 
To you I will give the gilded sword 
That jingles from fifteen gold rings 
strike with it in battle as you will 
On the battlefield you will conquer 
To you I will give a br new shirt 
The lustrous best for to wear 
It is not sewn with needle or thread 
But cro