And my maiden as fresh is
As spring water's flow.
And the chorus joined in—
As spring water's flow,
winding up with a jodel.
Nanni, the chief maid, next sang in a clear, flexible voice, which trembled no little when she perceived that the Herrschaft now formed part of the audience in the balcony—
A WEEK'S SORROW.
On Sunday I cried, for my heart was so sore,
Like a poor little child outside the church door;