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 Vrrr—you have spun an awful thread! Through treachery you are now wed;
 * You killed your sister, and took her place!
 * Yes, you tore her eyes from out her face!
 * Vrrr—you have spun an awful thread!”

Ho! dreadful is this song to me! You are not wife what you should be,
 * But spin, I bid thee, for the third time;
 * Let me hear once more that dreadful rhyme;
 * Spin, my wife—spin on, I say.”

Vrrr—you have spun an awful thread! Through treachery you are now wed;
 * In the wood your murdered sister lies—
 * You cheated the king with shameful lies.
 * Vrrr—you have spun an awful thread!”

The king heard, and he rushed away, On steed he sprang and went his way.
 * In the forest vast he wandered far,
 * And he called her name near and afar,
 * Dorothy, where art thou, love?”

Forest, castle, a stretching plain— Two riders ride along amain.
 * The bridegroom and bride ride on with speed,
 * One hears the horseshoes ring at their speed,
 * As they ride to the castle.

And a wedding was held once more— The bride was fairer than before.
 * There were banquets, music all the time,
 * The world seemed to dance to merry chime,
 * Till three weeks had pass’d away.

And what of that raven mother? And cruel, cruel sister?
 * Four foxes run in the forest dark,
 * Each one has a woman’s trunk for part,
 * As they rush into the wood.