'Alas! alas! if thy mother knew it,
Sadly, sadly, would she rue it.'
'Falada, Falada, there thou hangest!'
'Bride, bride, there thou gangest!
Alas! alas! if thy mother knew it,
'Blow, breezes, blow!
Let Curdken's hat go!
Blow, breezes, blow!
Let him after it go!
O'er hills, dales, and rocks,
Away be it whirl'd
Till the silvery locks
Are all comb'd and curl'd!
Alas! alas! if they mother knew it,
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