Kilden: I Marker Og I Lunde

Kom vakre mø og pløj med mig
Og lystig var hin bonde
For jeg må så min sæd i dag
I marker og i lunde
Kom vakre mø og pløj med mig
Og lystig var hin bonde
For jeg må så min sæd i dag
I marker og i lunde
Kom vakre mø og pløj med mig
Og lystig var hin bonde
For jeg må så min sæd i dag
I marker og i lunde.

Både is og sne var smeltet, den længe vented' tø
og vår ånded' lunt, så vinter måtte dø
Atter kunne godtfolk nyde godt af jordens grøde
Og sled ude i markerne fra gry til aftenrøde.

Der byggede did en bonde, en ful og syndig mand
En holden mand var han - han ejed' meget land
Der var en pige på gården, en skønhed uden lige
Og lige så smuk hun var, så from var den pige.

Kom vakre mø og pløj med mig
Og listig var hin bonde
For jeg må så min sæd i dag
I marker og i lunde
Kom vakre mø og pløj med mig
Og lysten var hin bonde
For jeg må så min sæd i dag
I marker og i lunde.

Uafbrudt hun gjorde sin gerning, fra årle morgen til mørkefald
Og da dagen var til ende, gemt' hun sig på staldens hjald
Uafbrudt han vogtede over alt det som pigen gjorde
Og drømte om det han ville gøre, var hun blot en tarvelig hore.

”Kom med mig min fagre mø, forårsgrøn er græssets lød
Den første fure må nu pløjes, sæden må i jordens skød
Vejrliget er så mildt nu, thi solen kroner himlens blå
Ej har du brud for kjortler, vinden er ej længer' rå.

Du er såre fin, det har jeg jo set
Og du ku' være min dronning, skønt jeg er din herre
Ingen behøves vide hvad der er sket
Jeg kender et lønligt sted, hvor vi kan være.”

”Jeg ved du har beglo't mig, det har jeg jo set
Jeg er såre ung, og gud er min herre
Min dyd er mig kær, jeg vil ej blive forledt
Jeg vil hellere dø end at miste min ære
Til dig!”

Hans længsel blev vækket; ej vill' han benægtes
Han kasted' hend' til Jorden og trængt' ind mens hun fægted'
Hans vrede blev vækket; han tog hend' mens hun skreg
Hun kunne ikke standse hans stød, hans vilde leg.

“Rolig, din mær, tag det som den tæve du er
Jeg befrier dig for lænkerne af din fromheds usle skær
Jeg ta'r dig når jeg lyster, thi du ejes af mig
Din gud kan ej hør' dig, vel ringe han agter dig”.

Stadig ville hun ej give op, hun stred med al sin magt
Hun rev i hans hud mens hendes mødom gik fortabt
Hun flåed' i hans øjne, slog hans kæbe hvast
Han ænsed' ikke hun slog ham - det gjorde ham viljefast.

Da han end'lig standsed' og hans lyst var atter sval
Prøved' han forgæves at dæmpe hend's hjertekval
Pigen skreg med bitre ord, og alt imens hun skjalv
Greb bonden hendes spinkle hals og knuste hendes skal.

Der lå hun forladt, sønderslagen og død
Fra under hendes lig et kildevæld frembrød
Årene, de gik og et hyldetræ slog rod
Den viste vejen til kilden, som strømmed' fra dets fod.

Han pløjed' og han såed'
Og lysten var hin bonde
Han gjorde den unge mø fortræd
I marker og i lunde
Der forblev hendes fromme ånd
Og lysten var hin bonde
Så livet selv mått' bli' bevaret
I marker og i lunde
I marker og I lunde.

[English translation: The Spring – In Fields And In Groves]
Won't you come and plough with me?
For I must plant my seed today.

The ice and snow had melted, long overdue the thaw
And spring breathed her renewal, from winter's icy maw
The good folk once again might earn their living from the land
But the task was far from easy and the work of many hands.

She was a fine young lady, an angel to behold
He was quite the drinker, if you believe the stories told
The only thing that matched her beauty, there for all to see
Was her devotion to religion and her constant piety.

Won't you come and plough with me?
For I must ‘plant my seed' today
Won't you show yourself to me?
That I might have my wicked way.

Endlessly she toiled in the night and in the day
And when her work was over she would hide herself away
Endlessly he watched her, bending to her chores
And he dreamed of what he'd do to her, were she a common whore.

"Come with me fair maiden, into the meadows green
It is time to plough the furrows, it is time to plant the seed
The weather is so perfect, see! The sun is in the sky
You'll not need to dress up warmly, you can leave your coats behind.

You're ever so fine, don't think I've not seen
And though I'm your master, you could be my queen
Just let me have you, no-one need know
I know a secluded place we might go."

"I know you've been watching, don't think I've not seen
And the lord is my master, and I'm just fourteen
My virtue, a most precious thing is to me
And I'd rather die than surrender to thee"

His passions were awoken; he would not be denied
And he threw her to the ground and then he forced himself inside
His anger was awoken and he took her as she cried
And she could not stop his thrusting, no matter how she tried.

"Relax down there my pretty one, you'll enjoy it, you will see
As I rid you from the shackles of your wretched purity
I'll take you any time I choose, for you belong to me
And your God he cannot hear you, and he cares not for thee".

But still she would not yield herself, she fought him tooth and claw
She beat her fists against him as her virginity he tore
She tried to scratch his eyes out. She struck him in the jaw
But every time she struggled it just left him wanting more.

When at last he finished, when his heart slowed from the thrill
He tried, in vain, to silence her and bend her to his will
But in her hysteria, she swore to tell the town
So he put his hands around her throat and brought his hammer down.

So there she lay abandoned. Broken and alone
Beneath her ravaged body, there, a spring began to flow
A tree took root within her, as the years went by
It guided folk unto the waters, where the lonely maiden died.

Her master had his wicked way
Our tragic maiden was betrayed
Her virgin spirit there remained
So life itself might be sustained.