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And Curdken went on telling the king what had happened upon the

meadow where the geese fed; how his hat was blown away; and how

he was forced to run after it, and to leave his flock of geese to

themselves. But the old king told the boy to go out again the

next day: and when morning came, he placed himself behind the

dark gate, and heard how she spoke to Falada, and how Falada

answered. Then he went into the field, and hid himself in a bush

by the meadow's side; and he soon saw with his own eyes how they

drove the flock of geese; and how, after a little time, she let

down her hair that glittered in the sun. And then he heard her

say:

'Blow, breezes, blow! Let Curdken's hat go! Blow, breezes, blow!

Let him after it go! O'er hills, dales, and rocks, Away be it

whirl'd Till the silvery locks Are all comb'd and curl'd!