Daughter from the wilds
Walter Rabl
Wash, sisters, wash!
Today we go to Robin's wedding:
He has set free the haughty Ruth.
We go uninvited;
we shan't feast, we shan't dance,
and I shan't approach him
with a laughing face!
Shine, sisters, shine!
We shall sing him a riddle,
we toast him with an awful song,
we'll make his ears ring.
I will give him a garland
made only of nettles and thorns
to take on his trip to Hell!
Prepare, sisters, adorn yourselves!
And while you are all at the feast,
the house red in flames shall stand,
the guests shall shriek and flee.
Two shall sit immovable,
Two a curse has firmly bound;
they must burn to cinders!
Merry, sisters, merry!
That was an old nursery song.
Long ago I forgot false Rob.
He shall see me laugh!
And now I have yet another love
to dance with me upon the square -
That will open their eyes!