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I am come to give you tidings,

And to bring a message to you.

Vanished from you is the fair one,

Perished has the tin-adorned one,

Sunken with her silver buckle,

Drowning with her belt of copper,

Diving in the muddy water,

To the depths below the billows,

There to be the powan’s sister,

And companion of the fishes.”

Then her mother fell to weeping,

And her bitter tears flowed freely,

And she loud lamented, speaking

In her grief the words which follow:

“Never, O unhappy mothers,

Never while your life endureth,

Never may you urge your daughters,

Or attempt to force your children

To a marriage that repels them,

Like myself, O wretched mother,

Urging vainly thus my daughter,

Thus my little dove I fostered.”

Thus the mother wept, lamenting,

And her bitter tears flowed freely

From her blue eyes in her sadness,

O’er her cheeks, so pale with sorrow.

After one tear flowed another,

And her bitter tears flowed freely

From her cheeks, so pale with sorrow,

To her breast, so sadly heaving.

After one tear flowed another,

And her bitter tears flowed freely

From her breast, so sadly heaving,

On the borders of her garments.

After one tear flowed another,

And her bitter tears flowed freely

From the borders of her garments

Down upon her scarlet stockings.

After one tear flowed another,

And her bitter tears flowed freely