NATIONAL SONGS.
MARRIAGE.
No frost, and the flowers would bloom
Even in wintry weather.
No fret would be mine, if I
And grief did not dwell together;
Ne’er should I sit, as I sit
Here, with a sob in my bosom,
Gazing on open fields—
Fields with never a blossom!
Then to my father said I,
“Marry me, sir, to my equal;
Don’t think of splendours for me:
What meaneth rank in the sequel?
Don’t look for spacious abodes;
I have no wish to be wealthy.
Give me a husband that’s true;
Give me a husband that’s healthy.”
THE GRAIN.
A grain adown the velvet strolled—glory!
No purer pearl could be—glory!
The pearl against a ruby rolled—glory!
Most beautiful to see—glory!
Big is the pearl by ruby’s side—glory!
Well for the bridegroom with his bride—glory!
WEDDING GEAR.
The blacksmith from the forge comes he—
Glory!
And carries with him hammers three—
Glory!
Oh, blacksmith, blacksmith, forge for me—
Glory!
A wedding crown of gold,[13] bran-new!—
Glory!
A golden ring, oh, make me, do!—
Glory!
With what is left a gold pin too!—
Glory!
The crown on wedding day I’ll wear—
Glory!
On golden ring my troth I’ll swear—
Glory!
The pin will bind my veil to hair—
Glory!