Reaper.
 I have lost my heart
 In the green May-time,
 And no one wants to tell me
 Where it has ended up.

 You picture-perfect maidens all,
 Now one of you must surely have it,
 And if you did not find it,
 Then it is still lying in the grass.

 And if it's lying in the grass,
 It is lying in the cool straw,
 And when you mow the meadows,
 Do not cut it in two.

Reaper-maiden.
 I have found a heart
 In the month of April,
 When all the fools go wandering:
 I do not want a fool.

 Therefore I shall send it on
 Until it comes to its senses,
 And if it comes back clever,
 There shall still be time for loving.

Reaper.
 I have buried a heart
 In the snows of December,
 And when the ice melts,
 The heart shall fall into the lake.

 And shall bob up and down,
 And hop back and forth,
 Until it has leapt into the net
 Of the most beautiful fisher-maiden.

Reaper-maiden.
 I have caught many a heart
 In the harvest dance:
 Every year a fresh heartlet,
 Every year a fresh wreath!

 And whoever does not like that
 May simply watch the dance;
 That way he can keep his heart,
 And not wear out his shoes either.