Text: Falconer. Per Tyrssons Döttar I Vänge.

[The Ballad of Per Tysson's daughters in VA¤nge]
[Lyrics: Tradititional, Translation: Mathias Blad]

Per Tyrsson's daughters in VA¤nge
Oh how chilly their woods
They were fast asleep a long time ago
Whilst the woods burst into leaf
The youngest was the first one to awake
She soon awoke the others
They sat themselves down upon their beds
and plaited the hair on each other's heads
Then they dressed in clothes of silk
and made their way to church
When they came to VA¤nga hill
they met three robbers who held them still
"Pray, would you care to become robbers' wives?
Or would you rather lose your lives?"
"We would not care to become robbers' wives.
We would much rather lose our lives."
They chopped their heads off on birch-wood stem
and soon three wells sprung forth by them
The bodies were dug down in muddy ground,
the clothes they carried to VA¤nga town.
As they arrived in VA¤nga farm
Fru Karin came to greet them.
"Say, would you care to buy clothes of silk
that nine maidens have knitted and crotcheted?"
"Open your bundles and let me see
maybe I know them, all three."
Fru Karin quivers as never before
and runs to Per Tyrsson who stands by the door
"There are three robbers outside our farm
they've gotten rid of our daughters"
Per Tyrsson grabs his sword and then
he runs to slay the two older men.
He asked the third one before he stroke
"Who is your father and mother?"
"Our father Per Tyrsson in VA¤nge,
our mother Fru Karin in SkrA¤nge."
Per Tyrsson went to the smithy
and forged himself iron round his waist.
"What shall our retribution be?"
"We'll build a church out of stone and lime."
"KA¤rna Church shall be its name"
Oh how chilly their woods
"Oh, how willingly we will build it ."
Whilst the woods burst into leaf


[Per Tyrssons DA¶ttrar i VA¤nge]
[Lyrics: Tradititional: Swedish Version]


Per Tyrssons dA¶ttrar i VA¤nge.
Kaller var deras skog.
De sovo en sA¶mn fA¶r lA¤nge.
Medan skogen han lA¶vas.
FA¶rst vaknad den yngsta,
sa vA¤ckte hon upp de andra
Sa satte de sig pa sA¤ngestock
sa flA¤tade de varandras lock
Sa togo de pa sina silkesklar
sa gingo de sig at kyrkan
Nar som de kommo pa VA¤nga lid
dA¤r mA¶tte de tre vallare
"SA¤g viljen I bli vallareviv
eller viljen I mistra era unga liv?"
"Ej vilja vi blie vallareviv
hellre vi miste vart unga liv."
De hA¶gg deras huvu'n pa bjA¶rkestock,
sa rann dA¤r strax tre kA¤llor opp
Kropparna grovo de ner i dy,
klA¤derna buro de fram till by
NA¤r som de kommo till VA¤nga gard
ute fA¶r dom fru Karin star
"Och viljen I kA¶pa silkessA¶rkar,
som nio jungfrur har stickat och virkat?"
"LA¶s upp edra knyten och lat mig se,
kanhA¤nda jag kA¤nner dem alla tre."
Fru Karin sig fA¶r brA¶stet slar
och upp till Per Tyrsson i porten hon gar.
Dethaller tre vallare pa var gard
de haver gjort av med dA¶ttrarna var."
Per Tyrsson tar sitt svA¤rd i hand
sa hA¶gg han ihjA¤l de A¤ldsta tva
Den tredje fraga han innan han slog:
"Vad heter er fader och mor?"
"Var fader Per Tyrsson ivA¤nge,
var moder fru Karin i SkrA¤nge."
Per Tyrsson han gar sig at smedjan,
han lA¤t smida sig jA¤rn om midjan
"Vad ska vi nu gA¶ra fA¶r syndamen?"
"Vi ska bygga upp en kyrka av kalk och sten!"
"Den kyrkan ska heta KrA¤na."
Kaller var deras skog
"Den ska vi bygga upp sa gA¤rna"
Medan skogen han lA¶vas