“My sister, little Marlinchen,”
Then four more stopped,
“Gathered together all my bones,
Tied them in a silken handkerchief,”
Now eight only were hewing,
“Laid them beneath”
Now only five,
“The juniper-tree,”
And now only one,
“Kywitt, kywitt, what a beautiful bird am I!”
Then the last stopped also, and heard the last words. “Bird,” said he, “how beautifully thou singest! Let me, too, hear that. Sing that once more for me.”