Upon Dovrefell

This is an anglish of the  folk song, Kjempene på Dovrefjell, written down in the 16th.

The Song


Upon Dovrefell in Norway lay there kemps without peers, Drighten Ingeborgs brothers they all were. But who shall move our holy rowns when we ourselves can not? The first could wend the weather with his hand, the other could still the flowing waters. But who shall move our holy rowns when we ourselves can not? The third swam under the water the same as a fish, The fourth always had food on his dish. But who shall move our holy rowns when we ourselves can not? The fifth could strike the golden harp so all who heard couldn't help but dance. But who shall move our holy rowns when we ourselves can not? The sixth blew in a gilded lur So that all who heard shall be gallowed. But who shall move our holy rowns when we ourselves can not? The seventh could go under earth, The eighth could stand atop the waves. But who shall move our holy rowns when we ourselves can not? The ninth bound all the deer in the wold, The tenth never needed sleep. But who shall move our holy rowns when we ourselves can not? The eleventh bound the lindworm who laid in the grass, and much more than that he was able to do. But who shall move our holy rowns when we ourselves can not? The twelfth was so wise a man, he knew what was happening in fremmedlands. But who shall move our holy rowns when we ourselves can not? I say that for sure and true, their likeness could not be found in the land of Norway. But who shall move our holy rowns when we ourselves can not?