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HUNGARIAN FOLK-SONGS. 291
" Rise up, rise up, my rosemary,
Clasp my neck with arms so dear."
" Oh, tell me, will you make me
A coffin of walnut bright ? " " My darling, I will make you
A coffin of marble white."
" Oh, tell me, will you robe me
In a shroud of lawn's fine stitch ? "
" My darling, I will robe you In a shroud of velvet rich."
" Oh, tell me, if my coffin new
You '11 trim with nails of brass ? "
" My darling, on your coffin new
Gold nails shall be thick as grass."
" Oh, tell me, will you lay me
In the graveyard's grassy glade ? "
" My darling, I will lay you
In my own rose garden's shade."
" Oh, tell me, will you mourn me,
With three maids to see your tears ? "
" My darling, I will mourn you Until all the wide world hears."
THE THREE BRIGANDS.
Always ranging night and day,
The three brigands bold Are seeking their prey,
In the forest old. |
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