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Chapter 8
Little Man & Maid
Schlaf, Kindlein, Schlaf.
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Schlaf, Kindlein, schlaf,
Draussen steht ein Schaf,
Stösst sich an ein em Steinelein,
That ihm weh das Beinelein,
Schlaf, Kindlein, schlaf,
Schlaf, Kindlein, schlaf.
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There was a little man
And he woo’d a little maid,
And he said, “Little maid, will you wed, wed, wed?
I have little more to say
Than ‘will you, yea or nay?’
For least said is soonest mended-ded-ded-ded.”
2The little maid replied,
(Some say a little sighed,)
“But what shall we have to eat, eat, eat?
“Will the love that you’re rich in
“Make a fire in the kitchen?
“Or the little god of love turn the spit, spit, spit?”