Basel: Den Unge Kvinde

Todt zur Jungfrawen:
ACh Jungfraw euwer roter Mund
   Wird bleich jetzund zu dieser Stund:
Ihr sprungen gern mit jungen Knaben,
   Mit mir mußt jhr ein Vortantz haben.

Die Jungfraw:
O Wee, wie grewlich hast mich gfangen,
   Mir ist all Muth vnd Frewd vergangen:
Zu tantzen glust mich nimmermeh,
   Ich fahr dahin, ade, ade.

Maiden! your lips so fresh and red
Must with paleness overspread;
You 've danced with boys in joy and glee;
Now comes the time to dance with me.

Alas! thy dread hand holds me fast,
My mirth and joy are all now past;
No more in dance I'll take delight,
To all I say: a long good night.

    Death to the Maid.
Ah maid your fine and rosy mouth
At this hour I take the colour out,
With young lads you lik'd to spring,
With me to dance this is the thing.

    Answer of the Maid.
O woe! how terrible has thou me taken,
Of all spirit and joy, am I forsaken,
To dance I don't desire that's true,
I fare away, adieu, adieu.