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Woe is me ached heart
Yes hand grabbed the scabbard
Only those long empty
Sword lies at the bottom of the swamp
Chest armor like to decorate
Yes rusted chain mail
Years in the cellar lying
In it, she and damp
Wanted to get on a horse
Old horse and fell
He saw only one eye
And the legs are not kept
And he went in sandals in the villages
Yes, I drove out
Once fell asleep in oak
So with me and took off sandals
Thirty years walking on trails
Yes decided to return to home
But forgot where left
When was shod in sandals

Chorus: Oh -yo - oh , you fool !
Oh -yo - oh-oh -oh-oh ... (4 times)

And he walked another three years
In the old tattered duds
Then he went on the road ,
That led to their native hut
A hut and not in sight
A pair of well logs yes
Get drunk from the well of horseradish
He filled the earth firmly
I sat down on a stump maple
All tired so hungry
I looked at the witch
And shaking her stick curve
Said : & quot; What are you fool
Did not appreciate what was
What went on the road
If home affairs on a throat
Here is sit and wait death
Without bast yes unwashed
Death long wait is
Before you know it ! & Quot;