He could not hear her cry.
MOTHER AND SON
(This song was composed before 1648)
All the oak forest is murmuring, murmuring:
Thick veils of fog o’er the fields and wide meadows cling.
“Go away, my son, from me—
May the raiding Turk take thee!”
“Mother, well the Sultan knows
Thy brave son. (This witness shows.)
“For he pays me from the mine