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Andersen:

They said that Jenny too was once an ugly wretch

And how her dress was torn and ragged

Back when her life was brief and rugged

She had no sense for fine perfume

And still her eyes cast down as she walks

through each gilded room

You'll note her gowns are never hung with a string of pearls

No one who sees her, plain and modest, senses the illegitimate girl

Hidden within ...

So, hark and hail "The Swedish Nightingale"

Lind:

Is this is not a pretty tale?

Is this not a riddle?

A bow shoots arrows through the air

A bow drags notes from a fiddle

But who is the beau of poor girl’s dreams?

That a king may send to battle

Is this not a pretty tale?

Is this not a riddle?

If red is the breast of soldier’s tunic hung with a silver medal

And red is the thorn that protects the rose, a deeper red than the petal

How deep is the red our redeemer bled, the debt of our sins to settle?

How deep is the red?

How deep is the red?

How deep is the red our redeemer bled?

How deep is the red?