Translation © by Linda Godry

Es ging ein Maidlein zarte
Language: German (Deutsch) 
Available translation(s): DUT ENG FRE ITA
Es ging ein Maidlein zarte
Früh in der Morgenstund
In einen Blumengarten,
Frisch, fröhlich und gesund;
Der Blümlein es viel brechen wollt,
Daraus ein'n Kranz zu machen
Von Silber und von Gold.

Da kam herzugeschlichen
Ein gar erschrecklich Mann,
Die Farb war ihm verblichen,
Kein Kleider hatt er an.
Er hat kein Fleisch, kein Blut, kein Haar,
Es war an ihm verdorret,
Sein Fleisch und Flechsen gar.

O Tod, laß mich beim Leben,
Nimm all mein Hausgesind!
Mein Vater wird dirs geben,
Wenn er mich lebend findt;
Ich bin sein einzig Töchterlein,
Er würde mich nicht geben
Um tausend Gulden fein.

Er nahm sie in der Mitten,
Da sie am schwächsten war,
Es half an ihm kein Bitten,
Er warf sie in das Gras,
Und rührte an ihr junges Herz,
Da liegt das Maidlein zarte
Voll bittrer Angst und Schmerz.

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Available translations, adaptations, and transliterations (if applicable):

  • ENG English (Linda Godry) , title 1: "Early one morning", copyright © 2008, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
  • FRE French (Français) (Pierre Mathé) , no title, copyright © 2011, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
  • ITA Italian (Italiano) (Ferdinando Albeggiani) , title 1: "Andò una delicata fanciulla", copyright © 2012, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
  • DUT Dutch (Nederlands) [singable] (Lau Kanen) , title unknown, copyright © 2015, (re)printed on this website with kind permission


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Last modified: 2014-06-16 10:01:53
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Word count: 140

Early one morning
Language: English  after the German (Deutsch) 
Early one morning
A tender maiden went out
To walk in the flowery garden,
A cheerful healthy maiden;
She went to pluck some flowers,
To wind a garland
Of silver and gold.

Up crept to her
A seedy frightful man,
As sallow as could be,
No rags to cover him.
He had no flesh, nor blood, nor hair,
That hadn't withered away,
Even sinew and gristle had gone.

Oh death, let me be,
Take any of the servants!
It won't be to your disadvantage.
If my father finds me alive and well;
I'm his only daughter,
He wouldn't give me away
Even be it for a fortune.

He took her by the waist
As tender as she was,
being deaf to any of her pleas,
And threw her into the grass,
And when he touched her heart,
The tender maiden lay there
In biting fear and pain.

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  • Translation from German (Deutsch) to English copyright © 2008 by Linda Godry, (re)printed on this website with kind permission. To reprint and distribute this author's work for concert programs, CD booklets, etc., you may ask the copyright-holder(s) directly or ask us; we are authorized to grant permission on their behalf. Please provide the translator's name when contacting us.
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Text added to the website: 2008-02-09 00:00:00
Last modified: 2014-06-16 10:02:36
Line count: 28
Word count: 147