Keep him chasing o'er the wold,
While I bind my hair of gold."
When Curdken had recovered his hat and returned to where she was
sitting, her hair was plaited, and he could get none of it. This made
him very angry all day.
The next morning they again came to the gate where Falada's head was
nailed, and the goose-girl said as before:
"O Falada, hang you there?"
And the head as before replied to her:
"'Tis Falada, Princess fair.
If she knew this, for thy sake
Thy queen-mother's heart would break."
Again she passed on with the geese and Curdken under the gate, and
when she came to the field where they were herded, sat down and loosed
her hair. The sun shone upon it, and Curdken again caught at its
golden threads. The goose-girl called to the wind:
"Wind, blow gently here, I pray,
And take Curdken's hat away.
Keep him chasing o'er the wold,
While I bind my hair of gold."
The wind did as she asked, and Curdken ran so far for his hat that
when he returned the golden hair was plaited and bound about her head.
Curdken was sullen all day long, and when at night they had driven the
geese home, he complained to the King:
"The goose-girl so teases me that I will no longer herd the geese with
her.
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