Der Elfenritter

Der Elfenritter (Anglish: 'The Elfin Knight') is a traditional folk song suspected to have originating in Derthalen some time around during the Third Century of the Second Millenia based off of references to it either by name or by fragments of its lyrics. The earliest surviving example of the song in its entirety comes from a song book published in A.I. 572.M2.

Lyrics

Anglish translation
There stands three sentries on yonder hill Blow, blow, blow winds, blow They blow their horns so loud and shrill |:And the wind always blows my blade away:|
If I had my arrow in their chests Blow, blow, blow winds, blow And were in the arms of the lass that I like best |:And the wind always blows my blade away:|
If you want to live free follow me Blow, blow, blow winds, blow There's one thing you must do for me |:And the wind it blows my steed to war:|
Without a seam, stich, or thread Blow, blow, blow winds, blow I must have a standard of silk and feather |:And the wind it blows my steed to war:|
You must dye it in your own blood Blow, blow, blow winds, blow Where crimsons so bright can be found |:And the wind it blows my steed to war:|
You must hang it on yonder tree Blow, blow, blow winds, blow That has barbs of poison that sting and gouge |:And the wind it blows my steed to war:|
If I make a standard for you Blow, blow, blow winds, blow There's one task that I ask of you |:And the wind it blows my blade to war:|
My kin hath bore no small child Blow, blow, blow winds, blow You must plow her with this bushel of corn |:And the wind it blows my blade to war:|
You must sow her with a golden seed Blow, blow, blow winds, blow And bless her with a god's own liver |:And the wind it blows my blade to war:|
You must bath the child with milk of bees Blow, blow, blow winds, blow And teach it make golden weave |:And the wind it blows my blade to war:|
You must give it immortality Blow, blow, blow winds, blow And bring the golden weave forth to me |:And the wind it blows my blade to war:|
And if now you succeed in all this work Blow, blow, blow winds, blow Come to me and you'll get your standard |:And the wind it blows my blade to war:|