The king is slain--how rede we now?
And where now shall we get?
"The king is slain, and lies a corse--
The peace we've broken down;
Here we can neither bide nor bigg
In field or burrow-town.
"But we will on to Scanderborg,
And bid the queen good-day,
And ask the lady how she doth
Before we farther gae.