The forsaken maiden

Many a long day I sit

with my child on the green heath,

where I lay on his heart,

on his heart.

There he took me in his arms

and kissed me so warmly, so ardently -

and then bitter grief befell me,

yes, bitter grief.

They drove me from my parents' house,

into the night and fog -

and all the laughter left me,

left me.

I should really be dead,

my poor child - I feel sorry for you.

I want to curse you and kiss you,

and kiss you.