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Swift flies the falcon ,
To the thick-wooded forest in the north .
While I do not see my husband ,
My heart cannot forget its grief .
How is it , how is it ,
That he forgets me so very much ?

On the mountain are the bushy oaks ;
In the low wet grounds are six elms .
While I do not see my husband ,
My sad heart has no joy .
How is it , how is it ,
That he forgets me so very much ?

On the mountain are the bushy sparrow-plums ;
In the low wet grounds are the high , wild pear trees .
While I do not see my husband ,
My heart is as if intoxicated with grief .
How is it , how is it ,
That he forgets me so very much ?