[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.
The sideboard's prized wench,
In the stable her bosom let loose.
You beautiful maidens!
Hey, I lay with the familiar 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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