NOTES
George Burnham Ives translation
[1]
By the sweat of thy brow Thou wilt earn thy poor livelihood; After long travail and service, Lo! Death comes and calls thee.
[2]
The name applied to the road which turns aside from the main street at the entrance to a village and runs along its outskirts. It is supposed that people who fear that they may receive some merited affront will take that road to avoid being seen.—Author's Note.
[3]
Open the door, yes, open, Marie, my darling, I have beautiful gifts to offer you. Alas! my dear, pray let us in.
[4]
My father grieves, my mother's deathly sad, And I am too pitiful a daughter To open my door at such an hour.
[5]
I have a fine handkerchief to offer you.
[6]
Open the door, yes, open, Marie, my darling, 'Tis a handsome husband who comes to seek you. Come, my dear, and let us let them in.
[7]
Man of straw—from paille (straw).