The fiddlers knew not the tune, they thrummed their strings a little, and the Dane sang alone—he had a strong, tuneful voice.
“Mind you, Queen of the Danemen,
That summer fair,
They led you out of Sweden,
To Denmark here?
“They led you out of Sweden
To Denmark here,
All with a crown of the red gold
And many a tear.
“All with a crown of the red gold