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Old tale about the girl

And the poor farmer boy

Their time together flamed

It couldn't last forever

They knows it well

So they took from the moment

Everything.

So they took from the moment

Everything

Said father to the maid,

It's time to go

You'll marry my chosen one

He's rich enough and so religious

He's the lord of all known

He's the lord of all known

Who is the chosen one,

Asked girl with sad eyes

He's a lord from the west

He is to you the man best

But the girl was sad as a child

He's a lord from the west

He is to you the man best

But the girl was sad as a child

The girl carried the farmer's child

And father noticed that

"You'll die!", he yelled

"You'll die as a whore!"

"You belong to the gallows!"

"Then I'll bury you and your sins!"

The boy heard, that girl got hung

He took the sword

And cut her father's throat

Then he rode to the chasm

And fell down to his death

There he met his bride and sons

There he met his bride and sons

Who is that little one,

Who you embrace?

He is your sweet son

And come with us

We are now here together forever

He is your sweet son

And come with us

We are now here together forever