Ich sitze manchen langen Tag
Mit meinem Kind am grünen Hag,
Wo ich an seinem Herzen lag.
Da nahm er mich in seinen Arm
Und küßte mich so warm, so warm — —
Davon mir ward so bittrer Harm.
Sie stießen aus dem Elternhaus
In Nacht und Elend mich hinaus —
Da ging mir wohl das Lachen aus.
Ich wäre tot schon sicherlich,
Du armes Kind erbarmest mich,
Möcht' fluchen dir und küsse dich.
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Many a long day I sit
with my child on the green heath,
where I lay on his heart.
There he took me in his arms
and kissed me so warmly, so ardently -
and then bitter grief befell me.
They drove me from my parents' house,
into the night and into wretchedness —
and all the laughter left me.
I should really be dead,
my poor child — I feel sorry for you.
I want to curse you and kiss you.