Kytice

:48:07

I greet you warmly,
honoured guest,

:48:11

Who might you be, is my request,

:48:15

And how did you come here?

:48:17

Lord of these lands,
my royal estate,

:48:20

I am, and called it
seems by fate.

:48:23

I'll give you silver
and gold too,

:48:26

For which I'll take
your girl from you.

:48:28

Stranger than strange,
my liege & king,

:48:34

Whoever heard of such a thing?

:48:36

We are not worthy,
king and saviour,

:48:40

If only we deserved your favour.

:49:05

Take counsel
from this ancient crone,

:49:08

For my ward I will give my own.

:49:13

I cannot tell
one from the other,

:49:17

& neither could
the other mother.

:49:20

Bad counsel you give me,
old shrew.

:49:22

So carry out what I tell you.
Tomorrow at the break of day

:49:27

Lead your step daughter
on the way

:49:29

Which leads to my royal castle.