Here her head she lay. Until she'd rise and say. "I'm starved of mirth. Let's go and trip a dwarf". . Oh, what to be done with her ?. Oh, what to be done with her ?.
Well I wonder, do you hear me. When you sleep, I hoarsely cry. Well I wonder, do you see me. When we pass, I have died. . Please keep me in mind. Please keep me in mind.
All men have secrets and here is mine. So let it be known. We have been through hell and high tide. I can surely rely on you?. . And yet you start to recoil.