Can a peasant taste thereof
As one honey sips?
This is the lament put into the mouth of a girl who has disgraced herself so far as to marry a tzigan (gipsy).
Swallows, swallows, little sisters—
Sisters, seek my mother dear;
Tell her from her daughter here,
That she send her kirtle red,
For a raven she has wed,
And a large thick veil for shroud
When the watch-dogs bark aloud.