Ellen of Villenskov

"He hews away our sheltering wood,

Meanwhile shall we be tame?
No! I from him his wife will take,

And make him suffer shame."

All the Trolds in the hill that were

Wild for the fray upbound;
They hie away to the yeoman's house,

Their tails all curling round.

Seven and a hundred were the Trolds,

Their laidliness was great;
To the yeoman's house they'll go as guests,

With him to drink and eat.

The hound is yelling in the yard,

The herdsman blows his horn;
Crows the cock and clucks the hen

As the yeoman throws them corn.

Of Villenskov the yeoman saw

The Trolds the window through:
"Now help me Jesu, Mary's son,

Those trolds have me in view."

He sign'd the cross in every nook,

But mostly in his room;
Some of the