mersiowsky - 1-31-2015 at 09:42 PM
(from Anton)
Translated by H. Melvin Symmank
'Oh, dear sweetheart mine, Take me home.'
"Will not be, dare not be. The mother scolds me."
Mother runs with the stick of wood after the daughter,
Do not let the boys together with the girls.
'Oh, dear sweetheart mine, Tell me, what are you doing.
That you tell everything to the little mother?'
"Why then should I not? Haven't you promised,
That you will take me; -- Is this not true?"
'True and sincere yes, I have promised;
That is as true and clear As the sun in the sky.'
'Why so ugly will you think of me?
To you is committed my entire heart.'
'Oh, dear little mother, Tell me, what do you think?
Has the girl yes chosen me?'
"Do you also have pennies in order to pay?"
I have four pennies, That is my wealth.'
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