The Noblewoman

Death to The Noblewoman

Edil frawe tanczt noch ewrem synne Bas dy pfeyfe rechte don gewynne Sy hot der frawen vor vil betrogen Die allir der tod hot hyn geczogen	Noblewoman, dance as you please until the fife gets the right tone. It has deceived women before a lot, all of whom Death has dragged away.

Ich solde treyben iuchczens vil Sehe ich vor mir der freuden spil Des todis pfeyfe mich betreuget Der tanczgesang hie felschlichen leuget	I ought to shout with joy a lot [when] I see before me this happy play. Death's fife deceives me; the dance song, it lies falsely.