(my translation)
King Hans he's seated in Copenhagen
He lets the secret letters be written
He sends them to northern Jutland
Erik Otteson promises to give
Never again will such a rich queen come to Denmark
Bid well for the poor widow
That fatherless children may bear
Bid well for the poor prisoners
Let them not in the tower perish
Never again will such a rich queen come to Denmark
And do not tax the poor farmer
I do not want that you do!
But if you ever be in need of gold or silver
Then just let your father know
Never again will such a rich queen come to Denmark