[Music and lyrics - Frederiksen]
[Pretty maidens.
A song about a man who likes women, all kinds of women! It doesn't matter what color their hair is, their profession or to whom they are married. He also has a habit of getting his way.]
In the meadow by the river,
The farmer's youngest daughter was standing.
You beautiful maidens!
Hey, I lay with the familiar maiden ,
Between her silken thighs,
In the stable's fragrant hay,
As red as rust was her hair.
Skænkenstuen's esteemed wench,
In the stable her bosom let loose.
You beautiful maidens!
Hey, I lay with the accustomed maiden,
Between her silky thighs,
In the stable's fragrant hay,
As red as rust was her hair .
Beautiful girls, beautiful maidens,
Edie misses, wretched harlots.
Out to the city's narrow strait,
The blacksmith's viv in the door sat.
You beautiful maidens!< br/>Hey, I lay with the accustomed maiden,
Between her silky thighs,
In the fragrant hay of the bed,
As black as coal was her hair.

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