His wallet from him has been torn;Our hapless friend has been undress'd,。, And loudly.Since I have seen the miller's daughter,With greater vigour flows the water.
To treat the loved one so basely!"。, They begin with their sweethearts the ball.The fife and the fiddle all merrily sound,Thy twine, and they glide, and with nimbleness bound,Thy whisper, and chatter, and, chatter around;
。, "I love thee, I'm charm'd by thy beauty, dear boy!And if thou'rt unwilling, then force I'll employ.""My father, my father, he seizes me fast,Full sorely the Erl-King has hurt me at last."