Königshof Manuscript Lore Books

Supposedly part of the Königinhof manuscript, though I have doubts about its authenticity.

Breezes waft through princely woods,
A maiden hurries to the stream
To draw water in an iron-hooped pail.

To the girl a bouquet floats,
A fragrant bouquet of violets and roses.
And when she reaches for the bouquet,
She falls, alas, in the water cold.

“If I only knew, bouquet so fair,
Who sowed you in the fertile soil,
I’d give a golden ring to him.

If I only knew, bouquet so fair,
Who bound you with a silky stem,
I would give him the very pin from my hair.

If I only knew, bouquet so fair,
Who dropped you in the water cold,
I would give him the wreath from my head.

Abandoned

Ah, you forest, forest dark,
You forest of Miletin!
How is it you alone are green
In winter as in summer?

I would fain not weep,
Nor grieve my heart,
But tell me true, good people,
Who would not cry thus?

Where is my father, dear father?
He is lying in his grave.
Where is my mother, good mother?
The grass it grows above her.

I’ve no brother, I’ve no sister,
Young men took them from me.