mersiowsky - 3-5-2014 at 04:16 PM
(From Mr. J. P. Jordan)
Translated by Ed Bernthal
A maiden went to cut grass
At the Bohemian border,
Ho he!
At the Bohemian border.
The first patch had been mowed,
And there were four tired brown horses,
Ho he!
And there were four tired brown horses.
‘Where did the youth go,
Who had the four brown horses,
Ho he!
Who had the four brown horses?’
The youth stumbled out
From the small alder bushes,
Ho he!
Out of the sharp evergreen bushes.
“How much will you take, my maiden,
For not telling about me,
Ho he!
For not telling about me?”
‘Three hundred dollars is not too much,
To keep me from telling about you,
Ho he!
To keep me from telling about you.’
The youth pays the full amount of money,
The maiden looks at him,
Ho he!
Thinks about this in her mind.
I will tell him exactly,
As one writes it down on paper,
Ho he!
As one writes it down on paper.
Such a fine writing,
Fine writing so black and white,
Ho he!
Fine writing so black and white.
The youth pulled out his sword,
And cut off her head,
Ho he!
And cut off her head.
“Here is your reward,
For telling about me,
Ho he!
For telling about me.”
That you will tell everything,
That you will write it on paper,
Ho he!
That you will write it on paper.
Such a fine writing,
A fine writing in black and white,
Ho he!
A fine writing in black and white.
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