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You have gained a valiant bridegroom,

And the home of one most noble,

Where you’ll look from out the window,

Sitting on the bench and talking.”

But her daughter heard and answered,

“O my mother, who hast borne me,

Therefore have I cause for weeping,

Weeping for the beauteous tresses,

Now my youthful head adorning,

And my hair so soft and glossy,

Which must now be wholly hidden,

While I still am young and blooming.

“Then must I through lifetime sorrow

For the splendour of the sunlight,

And the moonbeam’s charming lustre

And the glory of the heavens,

Which I leave, while still so youthful,

And as child must quite abandon,

I must leave my brother’s work-room,

Just beyond my father’s window.”

Said the mother to the daughter,

To the girl the crone made answer,

“Cast away this foolish sorrow,

Cease your weeping, all uncalled for,

Little cause have you for sorrow,

Little cause for lamentation.

God’s bright sun is ever shining

On the world in other regions,

Shines on other doors and windows

Than your father’s or your brother’s;

Berries grow on every mountain,

Strawberries on the plains are growing,

You can pluck them in your sorrow

Wheresoe’er your steps may lead you;

Not alone on father’s acres,

Or upon your brother’s clearings.”