Classic Poem

There lives a pretty maiden,
Down there beyond the wood;
Her father and her mother
They would make her a marriage good.

They would marry her to a noble prince,
An emperor's son and heir.
" I do not want a king nor prince,
Nor emperor's son and heir;
But give to me the gallant youth
Who is in the prison there. "

" O daughter, O my daughter!
You cannot be his wife;
To-morrow at eleven o'clock,
They will surely take his life. "

" Oh, if they murder that young man,
Then let them murder me!
And let them make a grave for us,
A grave with places three,
One place for father and one for mother,
And but one for my love and me.
And at the grave's head let them plant
A blossoming rose tree.

" All the people who pass by,
The roses they will smell;
They will say: " She died, the beauty,
Because she loved too well." "