Studies In Folk-song And Popular Poetry

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HUNGARIAN FOLK-SONGS.                293
Her love bends o'er it, and weeps aloud ; His heart's black tears its radiance blight.
They planted rosemary on her grave ;
Weeping he followed his sweetheart's hearse. His tears were dew where grave grasses wave :
" Return my love or have my curse !"
Her linen chemise none will wash now,
Except the rain of his weeping eyes ; The tangled curls on her pallid brow
No one will caress with soothing sighs.
Again at Tarja the bells ring slow
For the youth himself they sadly toll. He wept so much for his dove laid low,
To-day they weep his own parting soul.
Young maids, young maids of Tarja's plum grove, By constant presence pay love's debts.
For a young man's heart breaks for his dove, While a young girl's heart weeps and forgets.
THE BETROTHED.
" In the great court of thy small dwelling,
My dear rose, what doest thou ? " " I cook my pullets ; my heart I 'm telling
My love for his supper will come but now."
" In the great court of thy small dwelling,
My dear rose, what doest thou ? " " I trim my dress ; my heart I 'm telling
My love will be coming with shining brow."
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