Mei Mutter mag mi net, und koin Schatz han i net. Oy! Warum stirb i net? Was tu i do? Gestern ischt Kirchweih gwe, mich hat mir gewiß net gse; denn mir ischt gar so weh. I tanz jo net . . . Laß die drei Rösle stehn, die dort am Kreuzweg bluuhn! Hent ihr des Mädle kennt, das drunter leit?
My mother doesn't love me, and I have no sweetheart. Why don't I die? What shall I do? Yesterday I went to the fair, and I saw no-one I knew there. I am so miserable. I can't dance. Don't pick those three roses that bloom at the crossroads. Did you know the girl who is buried under them?