XXI. There is
nothing better XXVI. The little lark declares
For a young boy The quail urges
Than to take a wife Hold on, girl
Be it ever so good To [your] first
love
XXII. Although we
separate XXVII. On that side of the river
Each to a different direction The oats are turning green
Still our hearts If you have to marry poorly
Are not separated The story gets sticky
XXIII. Blow, wind,
blow XXVIII. Fly, little bird, fly
From the southern side From field to field
If she loved me Ask my love for me
I would not want the crown If she will be mine
Not even Lord of the world I am good-natured
O, captor, the way I love I will pray to God
Walking four miles of forest alone XXX.
The water comes down[4]
the mountain
I won’t be going after a widow Downhill, it turns
I prefer a girl To learn how to love
That’s
the best work
[1]
Because verse XXIV, as labeled, has only three lines, and the second line of
verse XXV, as labelled, is extra long, I’m guessing the first line of verse
XXV, as labelled, is actually the last line of verse XXIV, and that the second
line of verse XXV, as labelled is actually two lines, that is, the first two
lines of verse XXV.
[2]
Literally, “become”
[3]
Or, “fortunate”
[4]
Literally “from”

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