Click more for lyrics and translation...Konung Vallemo var en så viser man\nhan gifte sin dotter på främmande land\n\nDen ena dagen stod hon brud\nden andra dagen i bojor och järn\n\nOch varför ska ni binda mig\nTy du var ej mö när du kom till mig\n\nOch hade jag mig en trogen vän\nsom bore de ord till min fader ikväll\n\nOch fram kom där den gamla Gam\noch nog så skulle jag förat fort fram\n\nÅ hade jag något till ungarna mina\nJag skulle vara där inom ett par timmar\n\nLägg dina ungar vid mitt bröst\nså får de äta så mycket som dom lyster\n\nÅ här sitter du konung Vallemo\nImorgon ska din dotter på brinnande bål\n\nOch far dinväg du gamla Gam\nMin dotter hon fick en så hederlig man\n\nÅ vill ni ej de orden tro\nså se hennes nyckel uti min klo\n\nKonung Vallemo gick åt stallet in\noch Blacken så lägger han sadeln uppå\n\nÅ när han kom till grevens gård\nså gnägga Blacken murarna ifrå\n\nOch Blacken lyfte upp sin fot\nden slog han i Grevens hjärterot\n\nSå satte hon på Blackens bak\nså rider hon hem uti god mak\n\n\nThe Vulture \n\n\nKing Vallemo was a wise old man.He married off his daughter in a foreign land.One day she stood in her bridal gown,\nThe next in bands of iron bound.\n\n\"And why do you do this to me?\"\n\"For you were no maiden when you came to me.\"\n\n\"Oh had I a trusty friend and true\nTo carry these words to my father now!\"\n\nThen the old vulture came to her:\n\"Let me be your speedy messenger.\n\n\"If I could get food for my young from you,\nI could be there in an hour or two.\"\n\n\"Then lay your young at my breast, if you will,\nSo that while you are gone they may eat their fill.\"\n\n\"King Vallemo, here you sit free from sorrow.\nYour daughter will burn at the stake tomorrow.\"\n\n\"Fly away, old vulture,as quick as you can -\nMy daughter has married an honest man.\"\n\n\"If you won\'t believe what you hear from me\nLook here at my claw, I am carrying her key.\n\n\" King Vallemo into the stable strode,\nSaddled his black horse, and off he rode.\n\nAnd when they came to the foreign lord\'s hall\nThe black horse whinnied high up on the wall.\n\nThe black horse lifted his mighty foot\nAnd struck the lord in his cruel heart\'s root.\n\nThen the king and his daughter sat on the black steed\nAnd rode back home at a gentle speed. Folk, Gamen, Garmarna, Roi, Swedish