B. 190. The Young Wife’s Complaint
(From many places)
Translated by Ed Bernthal
What had I unfortunately thought,
To get married so young?
Oh my God, Oh what regret!
At home I had milk and lard,
Here I still have no bread and salt.
Oh my God, Oh what regret!
At home I had thick grits,
Here I still have no thick porridge.
Oh my God, Oh what regret!
At home I had ribbon shoes,
Here I still have no strap shoes,
Oh my God, Oh what regret!
At home I went around like a nun,
Here I go around like a dumb bell,
Oh my God, Oh my regret!
At home I went hui, hui, hui,
Here I have to go pui, pui, pui,
Oh my God, Oh what regret!
No known music.
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