“Unlike are the two, most unlike to the sight,
The one it is brown, and the other is white.”
“I see it is best that the truth be declared,
The handsome Child Maidelvold me has ensnared.”
“And if it be truth what thou now hast declared,
And handsome Child Maidelvold thee has ensnared,
“Aloft on the gallows I’ll hang him, I trow,
And burn thee to ashes the gallows below.”
Proud Sidselil she her blue mantle puts on,
And unto Child Maidelvold’s bower she is gone.
With her fingers so tapering she twirled at the pin:
“Child Maidelvold rise, and with speed let me in.”
“I’ve summoned no one the tribunal before,
And at night to no one will I open my door.”
“Child Maidelvold rise, I beseech, in Christ’s name,
I’ve spoke to my mother who knows of my shame.
“Aloft on the gallows she’ll hang thee, I trow,
And burn me to ashes the gallows below.”
“O I will not hang, my sweet maiden, for thee
And thou shalt not burn, my sweet maiden, for me.