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My lover is coming on faithful steed,
Make ready the chamber, make ready the hall,
They must be swept and garnish'd all;
And he shall find a welcome indeed.
Mother! sweet mother mine!
Gold is that heart of thine:
Go forth, my mother, the youth to meet,
I will make ready the chambers and ball-—
Yes! I will sweep and garnish them all,
And we will give him a welcome sweet.
Mother! sweet mother mine!
Gold is that heart of thine;
My love is fording the running water;
I see him threading the narrow way—
He hastens hither—O misery—nay!
He has taken the path to the Rychtar's daughter.[1]- ↑ za tau rychtárowic. The Rychtar (german Richter) is the village magistrate.
