Kytice

:14:20

Hoop-la, hoop-la, my sweet son,
My boy, my bright surprise.

:14:26

You smile at me,
and with her grief

:14:28

Your mother slowly dies.

:14:33

Hoop-la, hoop-la, my sweet child
My little Waterman,

:14:37

Remember sadly my own mother
ls all that I now can.

:15:01

The spring shoot
of my blooming youth,

:15:04

You broke in pieces two.

:15:06

And ever after that
there's naught

:15:08

That I want pleases you.

:15:14

Your word, O wife,
I wish to trust

:15:16

So deep is my devotion.

:15:18

But who will catch
the fish let free

:15:21

Again back to the ocean?

:15:29

So many times
I've sweetly begged

:15:32

This one thing and no other,

:15:38

That for a brief while
you'd let me

:15:42

Return to see my mother.

:15:47

Oh I would quickly step aside
And leave your pathway clear

:15:51

If woman's erring sense were not
The thing I greatly fear.