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The rest of the song was not to be understood whereas Herdegen likewise sang at the same time, as though he would fain silence the other: "Fair Lady, oh, my Lady! I would I were with thee, But two deep rolling rivers Flow down 'twixt thee and me." And as Herdegen sang the last lines: "But time may change, my Lady, And joy may yet be mine, And sorrow turn to gladness My sweetest Elselein!"
The rest of the song was not to be understood whereas Herdegen likewise sang at the same time, as though he would fain silence the other: "Fair Lady, oh, my Lady! I would I were with thee, But two deep rolling rivers Flow down 'twixt thee and me." And as Herdegen sang the last lines: "But time may change, my Lady, And joy may yet be mine, And sorrow turn to gladness My sweetest Elselein!"
Or ever I mounted my horse, I had tidings that Herdegen and Junker Henning had, last evening, come to bitter strife, nay, well-nigh to bloodshed; for that when my brother had sung the ditty in praise of one Elselein and the other had called upon him to put in the name of Ann, Herdegen had cried: "An if you mean red-haired Ann, the tapster wench at the Blue Pike, well and good!"
Or ever I mounted my horse, I had tidings that Herdegen and Junker Henning had, last evening, come to bitter strife, nay, well-nigh to bloodshed; for that when my brother had sung the ditty in praise of one Elselein and the other had called upon him to put in the name of Ann, Herdegen had cried: "An if you mean red-haired Ann, the tapster wench at the Blue Pike, well and good!"
The rest of the song was not to be understood whereas Herdegen likewise sang at the same time, as though he would fain silence the other: "Fair Lady, oh, my Lady! I would I were with thee, But two deep rolling rivers Flow down 'twixt thee and me." And as Herdegen sang the last lines: "But time may change, my Lady, And joy may yet be mine, And sorrow turn to gladness My sweetest Elselein!"
Or ever I mounted my horse, I had tidings that Herdegen and Junker Henning had, last evening, come to bitter strife, nay, well-nigh to bloodshed; for that when my brother had sung the ditty in praise of one Elselein and the other had called upon him to put in the name of Ann, Herdegen had cried: "An if you mean red-haired Ann, the tapster wench at the Blue Pike, well and good!"
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