“Oh,” said the woman, “I cannot sing now, in my young days indeed I could sing well enough, but that’s all over now.”

“Come,” said the parson once more, “do sing some little song.”

On that the woman began and sang,

“I’ve sent my husband away from me

To the Göckerli hill in Italy.”

“I’ve sent my husband away from me To the Göckerli hill in Italy.”

Thereupon the parson sang,