But when the maiden heard these words of grief,
Both night and day she walked her love to see.
" Courage, my dear love," through the grate she said,
"I will find out a way to rescue thee.
"I will run out, and seek your captain kind,
Your captain kind, and your brave colonel too.
I will beseech them, and implore a pardon,
I will give them gold to free my lover true!"
"I am deeply grieved, my little shepherdess,
That for this grenadier you should moan and cry.