“Dost sorrow because little wealth I have got, Or dost sorrow because thine equal I’m not?” _Belov’d of my heart_, _wherefore sorrowest thou so_? “I sorrow not because little of wealth thou hast got, Nor grieve I because thou mine equal art not.” _Belov’d of my heart_, _wherefore sorrowest thou so_? “Dost sorrow because thy fond father is dead, Or dost sorrow because thou’rt no longer a maid?” _Belov’d of my heart_, _wherefore sorrowest thou so_? “I grieve not because my dear father is dead, Nor sorrow I because that I am not a maid.” _Belov’d of my heart_, _wherefore sorrowest thou so_? “I grieve and I weep, and to grieve I have need, I know but too well what for me is decreed.” _Belov’d of my heart_, _wherefore sorrowest thou so_? “For the bridge, the broad bridge, I sorrow much more, For oh! my five sisters together fell o’er.” _Belov’d of my heart_, _wherefore sorrowest thou so_? “I think of the stream, and I sorrow much more, My sisters sank in it and never rose more.” _Belov’d of my heart_, _wherefore sorrowest thou so_? “My dearest, my dearest, cast sorrow aside, Before thee shall twelve of my merry men ride.” _Belov’d of my heart_, _wherefore sorrowest thou so_? “Before thee shall twelve of my merry men speed, And I will myself hold the reins of thy steed.” _Belov’d of my heart_, _wherefore sorrowest thou so_? And when they arrived in the green forest shade A hart they beheld at gold tables that played. _Belov’d of my heart_, _wherefore sorrowest thou so_? All stopped at the strange brown hart to take heed, And allowed the young bride by herself to proceed. _Belov’d of my heart_, _wherefore sorrowest thou so_? And as the broad bridge she went galloping o’er, Stumbled her steed on his golden shoes four. _Belov’d of my heart_, _wherefore sorrowest thou so_? Golden shoes four, each with golden nails three, And the bride was cast into the boiling sea. _Belov’d of my heart_, _wherefore sorrowest thou so_? Sir Peter he turned at her terrified cry, But the bride she had sunk ’neath the waters high. _Belov’d of my heart_, _wherefore sorrowest thou so_? He called to his men as their hands they wring: “Bring quickly my harp with the golden string!” _Belov’d of my heart_, _wherefore sorrowest thou so_? Sir Peter began with such sweetness to play, That the birds all sang as they sat on the spray. _Belov’d of my heart_, _wherefore sorrowest thou so_? The Merman rose from the depths of the sea, And the fair young bride by the hand led he. _Belov’d of my heart_, _wherefore sorrowest thou so_? “Sir Peter, Sir Peter, thy playing give o’er, Thy beautiful bride to thy arms I restore.” _Belov’d of my heart_, _wherefore sorrowest thou so_? “For my bonny bride only I will not give o’er, Her five sisters also thou must restore.” _Belov’d of my heart_, _wherefore sorrowest thou so_?