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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.—