Dejelill Och Lagerman-Gjallarhorn

Dejelill Och Lagerman - Gjallarhorn Dejelill and Lagerman talked Say, will you wait for me one year or two So my sorrow might go away Yes, I can wait one year or two Even if it were twenty years So my sorrow might go away And Dejelill dressed up as a bride But her eyes strayed to the sea-shore So my sorrow might go away So the wedding feast took three days But the bride would not see the groom So my sorrow might go away So the wedding feast took five days But the bride would not go to bed So my sorrow might go away Alas, what do I see, I see my Lagerman Sailing to land with his ship So my sorrow might go away And Lagerman sat on his red saddle Riding harder than the bird flies And Lagerman entered the bridal hall And embraced Dejelill and kissed her cheek So my sorrow might go away And fifty barrels of ale and fifty of wine He gave to Hjort's men for her dowry So my sorrow might go away