The fairest maid of the Mountain King!
Slay him!
May I hack him on the fingers?
May I tug him by the hair?
Hu, hey, let me bite him in the haunches!
Shall he be boiled into broth and bree to me?
Shall he roast on a spit or be browned in a stewpan?
Ice to your blood!
Lyrics of I Dovergubbens Hall (In the Hall of the Mountain King) by Edvard Grieg
























