The betrayer

Into the garden let us go,

Where the beautiful roses stand,

There grow there far too many roses;

I will pluck one where I will.

We have often sat together here,

How faithful was my darling to me!

I would never have imagined

That my darling could be so false.

Do you not hear the hunter blowing his horn

In the green grass of the woods?

The hunter with his green hat,

It was he that seduced my darling.

Do you not hear the trumpet blowing,

In the town parade?

The trumpeter with his plume,

It was he that betrayed my darling.