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The Hill-King to the sea did ride;
  —Oh, sad are my days and dreary—
To woo a maiden to be his bride.
  —I am waiting for thee, I am weary.—

The Hill-King rode to Sir Håkon's hold;
  —Oh, sad are my days and dreary—
Little Kirsten sat combing her locks of gold.
  —I am waiting for thee, I am weary.—

The Hill-King wedded the maiden fair;
  —Oh, sad are my days and dreary—
A silvern girdle she ever must wear.
  —I am waiting for thee, I am weary.—

The Hill-King wedded the lily-wand,
  —Oh, sad are my days and dreary—
With fifteen gold rings on either hand.
  —I am waiting for thee, I am weary.—

Three summers passed, and there passed full five;
  —Oh, sad are my days and dreary—
In the hill little Kirsten was buried alive.
  —I am waiting for thee, I am weary.—

Five summers passed, and there passed full nine;
  —Oh, sad are my days and dreary—
Little Kirsten ne'er saw the glad sunshine.
  —I am waiting for thee, I am weary.—

In the dale there are flowers and the birds' blithe song;
  —Oh, sad are my days and dreary—
In the hill there is gold and the night is long
  —I am waiting for thee, I am weary.—