Kirstin vandredґ ud i abilgård
- endnu går dansen i engen -
hun plukkede blomster hvide og blå
gjorde en krans til sin kære
 
Aldrig så snarlig var kransen gjort
før den var ført til faderens bord
ingen skulle krænke hans ære
 
Faderen talte til sine mænd
‘Find denne bejler og bring ham herhen
giv ham til kokken at skære’
 
Bejleren lagdes på kokkens bord
De kogte hans hjerte med blomster i flor
og retten til Kirstin de bærer
 
Aldrig hun smagte så skøn en ret
‘Mit hjerte det bliver så underligt let
hvordan kan det være’
 
Dertil da svarede den kokkedreng
‘Det er din bejlers hjerte i fem
Det er hans liv du fortærer’
 
Kirstin tog kanden for munden og drak
- endnu gik dansen i engen -
Hun drak indtil hjertet i livet udsprak
snart lå hun bleg ved hans gærde

Kirstin wandered out into Appleyard
­ even now there’s dancing in the meadow ­
she picked flowers white and blue
and made a garland for her beloved
 
No sooner was the garland made
then it was taken to her fathers table
No one shall violate his honor
 
Her father spoke to his men
"Find this lover and bring him here
give him to the cook to carve up"
 
The lover was laid on the cook’s table
they cooked his heart with flowers in bloom
and the dish was brought to Kirsten
 
Never before had she tasted a dish so delightful
"I feel my heart [bad word] so strangely light,
How can it be?"
 
To this the cook’s boy replied
"It is your lover’s heart cut into five
it is his life you devour"
 
Kirstin put a jug to her mouth and drank
­ even now there’s dancing in the meadow ­
She drank until her heart burst
soon she lay pale by his side