Lady Tala she dreamed a dream one night
Wake up for the time it is right
That the rich Sir Holger would lose his heart
That rich Sir Holger
I dreamed I dreamed of our grey steed
He carried you to the court where you died
My dear Lady Tala say not so
May your dreams awaken after the eighth year
They bashed at the door with poles and spears
If Sir Holger is in there he must come out
Sir Holger he spoke with his two squires
«Saddle my steed with the saddle of gold»
When they arrived at Copenhagen
There stood King Kristian on the white shore
You Sir Holger are welcome to me
Sir Holger Sir Holger it will cost you your life
King Kristian chopped the head right off
So that blood ran down over his feet
When Lady Tala saw her master’s corpse
She went numb under the white sheet
Sir Holger was laid to rest at twelve
At the stroke of eleven he rose up again
He knocked at the door with fingers so thin
Lady Tala slide back the bolts, let me in
With no one have I arranged to meet
And I will let no one in after the night’s fall
My dear Lady Tala give the farmer his cow
‘Cause in Hell it is so difficult to live
Lady Tala return Romman and Skromman
‘Cause in Hell it’s hard to burn for your friend
Even if I’d go to Hell as a swan
I would truly not live as a pauper
Go to Hell with your squires
Wake up for the time it is right
And I will follow with my maidens
The rich Sir Holger.