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'Dronning Dagmar ligger udi Ribe syg' (Danish trad.) Arrangement by Rune Tonsgaard Sørensen DR Pigekoret (Danish National Girls’ Choir) Charlotte Rowan (conductor) Danish String Quartet - Rune Tonsgaard Sørensen - Frederik Øland - Asbjørn Nørgaard - Fredrik Schøyen Sjölin Performed at DR Koncerthuset, March 14th, 2026 Credits: Stage Design & Direction: Anne Karine Prip & Pelle Nordhøj Kann Light Design: Jonas Bøgh Sound Producer: Mikkel Nymand Music Producer: Ragnheiður Jónsdóttir Tv-producer: Mikkel Suppras Vocal Teacher: Henriette Nederby TV-production manager: Tanya Fassbinder Production Manager: Jacob Weitze Mylund Artistic Director, Editor and Executive Producer: Anne Karine Prip https://drpigekoret.dk https://facebook.com/drpigekoret https://instagram.com/dr.pigekoret Lyrics: Dronning Dagmar ligger udi Ribe syg, til Ringsted lader hun sig vente; alle de fruer, i Danmark er, dem lader hun til sig hente. Udi Ringsted hviles dronning Dagmar. De ledte hende ud, de ledte hende ind, det blev jo længer og værre: "Imedens det kan ej bedre vorde, I sender bud efter min herre!" Dankongen slog det tavlbord sammen, at alle de terninger sjunge. "Forbyde det Gud i Himmerig, at Dagmar skulle dø så unge!" Dronning Dagmar rejser sig af båren op, hendes øjne var blodige røde: "O ve, o ve, min ædelig herre! hvi gjorde I mig den møde? Den første bøn, jeg eder beder, den vider I mig så gerne: alle fredløse mænd, dem giver I fred og alle fanger er jerne! Den tredje bøn, jeg eder beder, den vider I mig så gerne: lader I Knud, min yngste søn, konning i Danmark være! Nu er det tid, jeg farer herfra, jeg må ikke længer lide, nu ganger Himmerigs klokker for mig, Guds engle efter mig bide. Udi Ringsted hviles dronning Dagmar. English translation: Queen Dagmar lies in Ribe, sorely ill, To Ringsted she is borne in pain; All noble ladies throughout the land She bids be brought to her again. In Ringsted Queen Dagmar shall be put to rest. They led her out and led her in, Her suffering grew more deep and grave: "Since no relief is granted me, Send word at once for my dear lord!" The Danish king struck hard the board, Till all the dice rang clear and strong: "God in His heaven forbid this fate— That Dagmar die so young, so wrong!" Queen Dagmar rose upon her bier, Her eyes were crimson, red with pain: "Alas, alas, my noble lord, Why have you brought me sorrow so great? The first request I ask of thee, Grant it freely, grant it well: Give peace to all the outlawed men, And loose each captive from his cell. The third request I ask of thee, Grant it freely, grant it well: Let Knud, my youngest, wear the crown, Be king of Denmark, so I pray!" Now is the hour that I must go, I may endure no longer here; The bells of heaven ring for me, God’s angels draw my soul so near. In Ringsted Queen Dagmar shall be put to rest.