"Bride, bride, there thou goest!
Alas, alas! if thy mother knew it,
Sadly, sadly would she rue it."
Then they went out of the city, and drove the geese on. When they were
come to a meadow she sat down upon a bank there, and let down her
waving locks of hair, which were like pure gold; and when Conrad saw
it he ran up, and would have pulled some of the locks out, but the
princess cried--
"Blow, breezes, blow!
Let Conrad's hat go!
Blow, breezes, blow!
Let him after it go!
O'er hills, dales, and rocks,
Away be it whirled,
Till my golden locks
Are all combed and curled."
Then there came a wind so strong that it blew off Conrad's hat. Away
it flew over the hills, and he was forced to turn and run after it, so
that when he came back she had done combing and curling her hair, and
had put it up again safely, and he could not get any of it. He was
very angry and sulky, and would not speak to her; but they watched the
geese until it grew dark, and then drove them homewards.
The next morning, as they were going through the dark gate, the poor
girl looked up at Falada's head, and cried--
"Falada, Falada, there thou hangest!"