"Rosefoal was a horse, mighty and fearless."
That's what the hillsides sang,
and the dark pines whispered.
"My reins are silk, my muscles are strong."
"Onward, onward, Rosefoal."
"He plunged into the sea of ice-green waves."
That's what the hillsides sang,
and the dark pines whispered.
"My reins are silk, my muscles are strong."
"Onward, onward, Rosefoal."
"Rosefoal was mighty, but the sea is vast."
That's what the hillsides sang,
and the dark pines whispered.
"My reins are silk, my muscles are strong."
"Onward, onward, Rosefoal."
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(These lyrics are my own version of a Norse ballad. The lines of the refrain
or "burden" are my translation from a collection of Norwegian texts. I first
heard this ballad, with a different text and tune, sung on a recording by Agnes
Buen Garnas. The tune that I use is my own.)