Filmed, directed and edited by Kristofer Lönnå. Filmed in a studio in Sundsvall 1996 on a very limited amount of 35 mm film.From the swedish Grammy awarded album Guds Spelemän (Massproduktion).Lyrics - translationFriends and kinFriends and kinsfolk met to deliberateTo whom would they marry off their kinswoman this yearRosy youthThey deliberatedTo whom would they marry off their kinswoman this yearWe want you to wed the son of a kingWho has more gold than poor Roland has landWed the son of a kingWho has more gold than poor Roland has landOn Saturday and Sunday the word it was spreadMonday and Tuesday will show what she getsWord was spread Monday and Tuesday will show what she getsOn Wednesday and Thursday the wine was madeFriday and Saturday the wedding was cheeredWine was made Friday and Saturday the wedding was cheeredThey drank for days, they drank for two,But the bride wouldn't to the chamber goThey drank for twoBut the bride wouldn't to the chamber goThey drank for days, they drank for threeBut the bridal bed she refused for to seeThey drank for threeBut the bridal bed she refused for to seeThen entered in a poor ship's handWore a blue blouse both tattered and tornPoor ship's handWore a blue blouse both tattered and tornHe stood at the table and he spokeI see only masts and the places where they goAnd he spoke I see only masts and the places where they goAnd the maiden went up to the high loftAnd ran down the path to the broad sea shoreWent to the high loftAnd ran down the path to the broad sea shoreShe ran on the rocks, she ran on tiptoeBut took great care to mind the blue waves belowRan on tiptoe But took great care to mind the blue waves belowAnd she was invited on board the shipAnd there they bade her drink both mead and wineOn board shipAnd there they bade her drink both mead and wineI see I see on your white fingers smallThe wedding band has not been there for longWhite fingers smallThe wedding band has not been there for longI see I see on your golden hairThat before yesterday the wreath was not thereGolden hairThat before yesterday the wreath was not thereI see I see on your lily white breastsThat small children they have not consoledLily white breastsThat small children they have not consoledAnd now the maiden lays at poor Roland's sideShe feels neither sorrow nor anguishRosy youthAt poor Roland's sideGarmarna about the track:This is one of our favourite ballads, and it has been recorded several times before. The melody of the tune is rather odd; perhaps it is older than most of the other medieval ballads. The lyrics tell the story of a maiden who marries the King's son, but refuses to go to bed with him. When a message arrives that poor Roland, her true love, is about to leave the harbour on his ship, she runs away from the rich Prince and sails away with Roland.