Up Riber’s street the dance they ply, The Castle’s won, the Castle’s won! There dance the knights most merrily, For young King Erik Erikson.
On Riber’s bridge the dance it goes, The Castle’s won, the Castle’s won! There dance the knights in scollop’d shoes, For young King Erik Erikson.
’Twas Riber Wolf the dance who led, The Castle’s won, the Castle’s won! In faith to his King he had been bred, For young King Erik Erikson.
And next him danced the Tage Mouse, The Castle’s won, the Castle’s won! Who Seneschal was in Ribe house, For young King Erik Erikson.
And then danced bold Sir Saltensee, The Castle’s won, the Castle’s won! Followed by wealthy kinsmen three, For young King Erik Erikson.
The noble Limbekk dances next, The Castle’s won, the Castle’s won! Whose power the King had often vext, For young King Erik Erikson.
After him danced the Byrge Green, The Castle’s won, the Castle’s won! Then many a knight of handsome mien, For young King Erik Erikson.
And then came dancing Hanke Kann, The Castle’s won, the Castle’s won! His Lady followed, good Dame Ann, For young King Erik Erikson.
The next that came was the Ridder Rank, The Castle’s won, the Castle’s won! His Lady behind him, Berngard Blank, For young King Erik Erikson.
And then the high Volravn came, The Castle’s won, the Castle’s won! His wife behind, who has no name, For young King Erik Erikson.
And then came dancing Sir Iver Helt, The Castle’s won, the Castle’s won! Who followed his sovereign over the Belt, For young King Erik Erikson.
Long stood the Ranild Lang apart, The Castle’s won, the Castle’s won! Ere he to join the dance had heart, For young King Erik Erikson.
“And were it not for my lovely hair, The Castle’s won, the Castle’s won! In that brave dance I’d have a share, For young King Erik Erikson.
“But for my cheeks so rosy red, The Castle’s won, the Castle’s won! The foremost in that dance I’d tread,” For young King Erik Erikson.
Then Ranild Lang to dance began, The Castle’s won, the Castle’s won! And a ditty sang as he led the van, For young King Erik Erikson.
Sweet he warbled, light he sprang, The Castle’s won, the Castle’s won! After him every warrior sang, For young King Erik Erikson.
Then up the Spendel Sko arose, The Castle’s won, the Castle’s won! And on Ranild Lang her troth bestows, For young King Erik Erikson.
With silk was snooded her hair of gold, The Castle’s won, the Castle’s won! She danced before them free and bold, For young King Erik Erikson.
And into the Castle they dance their way, The Castle’s won, the Castle’s won! With drawn swords ’neath their scarlet array. For young King Erik Erikson.
Never, I ween, was a braver dance, The Castle’s won, the Castle’s won! It wins the Castle of Rosenkrands, For young King Erik Erikson.