"I'm doomed to the black gallows tree,
Because I kissed with love words light
The royal maid, who smiled on me."
"Come, take your sweet-voiced mandolin,
And sing in tune the while you play
The gentle song your father made
In honor of St. John's fair day."
Is such a woman from God's hand?
Her heart is harder than a stone.
Her son must die at morning's light;