Two Maids killed the Rooster whose warning Awoke them too soon every morning: But small were their gains, For their Mistress took pains To rouse them herself without warning. ...
He buried his Gold in a hole. One saw, and the treasure he stole. Said another, "What matter? Don't raise such a clatter, You can still go & sit by the hole."
Zwischen Berg und tiefen, tiefen Thal, Sassen einst zwei Hasen, Frassen ab das gr'ne, gr'ne Gras, Frassen ab das gr'ne, gr'ne Gras Bis auf den Rasen, Bis auf den Rasen. ...