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Sick in Ribe Dagmar's lying, / Soon she'll be in Ringsted's wall; / All the Dames in Denmark dwelling / Unto her she bids them call.
"Fetch me four, fetch five, I pray ye, / Fetch me those for wisdom famed; / Fetch Sir Carl of Haves' sister, / Little Kirstine is she named.
"Fetch the old, and fetch the youthful, / Fetch the learned unto me; / Fetch the lovely little Kirstine, / Worthy all respect is she.
"Canst thou read and write, my darling? / Canst thou ease the pains I bear? / Thou shalt ride upon my coursers, / And the ruddy scarlet wear."
"Could I read and write, my lady, / Blythely I would do the same; / Thy pains are than iron harder, / 'Tis with grief I that proclaim."
'Twas the lovely little Kirstine, / Took the book and read a space- / "Ah, thy pains than steel are harder, / God Almighty help thy case!"