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Konning hans han sidder pa Kobenhavn Han lader de lonnebrev skrive Sender han dem til norrejylland Erik Otteson lover at give Der kommer aldrig saa rig en dronning til Dannemark Du bede godt for de fattige enker Som faderlose born skulle fode Du bede godt for de fattige fanger Lad dem i tarnet ej do Der kommer aldrig saa rig en dronning til Dannemark Ok skatte du ikke den fattige bonde Jeg det ikke have vil Men fattes dig enten guld eller solv Der kommer aldrig saa rig en dronning til Dannemark [English Translation:] King Hans sits in Copenhagen He lets the secret letters be written He sends them to norhtern Jutland And promises to give to Erik Otteson Songtexte Never will an equally rich queen come to Denmark Bid well for the poor widows That fatherless children my bear Bid well for the poor prisoners Let them not perish in the tower Never will an equally rich queen come to Denmark And tax not the poor farmer I do not wish that But if you be in need of gold or silver Then let you father know Never will an equally rich queen come to Denmark Aus Songtexte Mania