The next morning, when she and Curdken drove their geese under the gate, the Princess wrung her hands and cried:
"O Falada, hang you there?"
And the head replied to her:
"'Tis Falada, Princess fair.
If she knew this, for thy sake
Thy queen-mother's heart would break."
When she had driven the geese to the field, she sat down and loosed her golden hair. Curdken, seeing it shining in the sun, caught at it to pull some out. Whereupon she sang:
"Wind, blow gently here, I pray,
And take Curdken's hat away.
Keep him chasing o'er the wold,