The cocks would crow and the geese would fly,
The women would scream, the children cry,
The men look pale and humble;
And that is the way it would be—
Oh, oh, Jungenthor,
Such a dreadful one was he!
Where dwelt Jungenthor,
Where in the world dwelt he?
Not on the mountains clad with snow,
Not in the valleys deep below,