“That’s very fine, no doubt,” interrupted the girl; “but he’s got a kjærste (sweetheart) for all that, and I’ll tell you what he sings to her:—
Oh! hear me, my pretty maid,
What I will say to thee,
I’ve long thought, but was afraid;
I would woo thee,
Wilt thou have me?
Meadows I have so fair,
And cattle and corn good store,
Of dollars two or three pair,
Then don’t say me nay, I implore.”