(from Wittichenau)
Translated by H. Melvin Symmank

'Heartfelt grief is for me the young girl
That has to sit, yes sit alone.
That has to sit, yes sit alone.'

'That has to sit and lie alone
Alone also looking out of the window.
Alone also looking out of the window.'

'If I only to make it possible my desolation
Must make that young girl my own.'
Must make that young girl my own.'

'I will set myself upon my horse
Yes truly on my horse, my trusty yellow-dun horse.
Yes truly on my horse, my trusty yellow-dun horse.'

'If then my little rose is tired,
Then I sit beside her, my young girl,
Enter into the thick hemp.'

"But what will my food be there
As I set there alone in the thick hemp?
As I set there alone in the thick hemp?”

'There is a godly orphan not far distant
Bend down the stalk, my young girl
Rub out for you the grain, you fine lovely.'

"But what will my drink be there
As I sit in the thick hemp alone?
As I sit in the thick hemp alone?”

'There is a pure water not far distant
Drink that sensibly, my young girl,
From it you will not become sick, you fine lovely.'

"If I only had beer and wine
Then would I already be truly white and red.
Then would I already be truly white and red."

The boy buys her a tankard of beer
A tankard of beer and a tankard of wine.
A tankard of beer and a tankard of wine.

'Here you are, chick and drink for me well,
That you already might be white and red.
That you already might be white and red.'

She drank the beer as much as she could
Yet she drank no color on her.
Yet she drank no color on her.

She drank the wine as much as she could
There she drank also such a color on herself.
There she drank also such a color on herself.