NOTE: 44

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Eve of Sunday, eve of Sunday, in the evening, in the evening, My sweetheart came to our house, My sweetheart came to our house. It was not private, it was not private for us there, For us there, We went into the hen-coop, We went into the hen-coop. I have taken the bouquet in my hand, I have sat hidden [in] this corner; Though they tear [me] apart, cut [me] to pieces, I will not take that mute [fellow]. I have the hen-house as my home, Inside it I have a golden pillar; Take [him for yourself], you old crone’s mute,— I have a nightingale’s nest!