Queen Dagmar in Denmark

The queen so good of Beyerland
She gave her daughter rede;
"And now to Denmark thou shalt come,
"And honour be thy meed.

"To Denmark thou shalt come anon,
"And win thee rank and fame;
"Tax not the honest humble boor,
"And he shall bless thy name.

"The gift thou first shalt ask thy lord,
"Ask him with smiling cheer,
"He let the bishop oat of jail,
"Waldmar, thine uncle dear."

Anon were costly robes of silk
Over the highway spread,
And down to the Ocean's shelly beach
The maiden Dagmar led.

They hoisted high the silken sail,
They gaily plied the oar,
And scarcely two short months at sea
They reached the Danish shore.

They came, and forth their anchor cast
Out on the glittering sand.
And lifted maiden Dagmar up,
And set her first on land.

They lifted maiden Dagmar up.
And set her first on land.
The king of Denmark's self was there,
And gave the maid his hand.

Anon were costly robes of silk
Over the highway spread.
And to the castle all in pomp
The maiden Dagmar led.

The morrow, ere a sunbeam yet
Had cleared the mirky lift.
The maiden Dagmar woke from sleep,
And craved her morning gift.

"With joy I make my first request,
"O let my prayers avail!
"That bishop Waldmar you forgive,
"Aud set him free from jail,

"The second boon I ask of you,
"And ask with equal glee,
"Forgive the boors their plough-pence all
"And set your captives free."

"Hush! hush! my queen, and say not so,
"That never will I do,
"Or, ere a single year were out,
"A widow'd queen were you."

She took the crown from off her head,
And gave it back the king;
"Why should I then in Denmark stay,
"And gain here not a thing?"

"Haste ye, and fetch Sir Strang in,
"And fetch me Knud my swain,
"And let them ride to Attingborg,
"And loose the captives' chain."

The bishop, when from jail he came,
Could hardly walk upright;
"I've sat here eighteen tedious years,
"And counted day and night."

Queen Dagmar took a golden comb,
And comb'd his yellow hair;
For every single lock she. dress'd,
She dropp'd a scalding tear.

"O weep not, gentle queen, for me,
"Nor sorrow for me more,
"For I shall fully venge my wrongs,
"Ere yet a year is o'er."

"Hash! bishop Waldmar, say not so,
"From all such words refrain;
"If back you come to Attingborg,
"I loose you not again."