[translation of the German folk song 'An einen Boten' for Wikimedia projects]
When thou comest to my lass,
Give her all my greetings;
When she recketh of myself,
Say: "On both his feets".
Would she ask thee of my health,
Answer her: "He sterved".
Would she sorrow for my death,
Say: "He'll come at morning".
[19.03.2024]
To the Bode
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