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Margarete Münsterberg, ed., trans.  A Harvest of German Verse.  1916.
I Heard a Sickle Rustling
Folk Song (16th Century)
I HEARD a sickle rustling,
A-rustling through the grain,
I heard a maid lamenting,
That she had lost her swain.
“Dear, let it rustle, rustle!        5
I heed not, how it goes:
For I have won a lover,
Where the green clover grows.”
“And hast thou won a lover,
Where thyme and clover grow:        10
Then I stand here so lonely,
My heart is sore with woe!”

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