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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!'

and the head answered:

'Bride, bride, there thou gangest! Alas! alas! if thy mother knew

it, Sadly, sadly, would she rue it.'

Then she drove on the geese, and sat down again in the meadow,

and began to comb out her hair as before; and Curdken ran up to

her, and wanted to take hold of it; but she cried out quickly:

'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!

Then the wind came and blew away his hat; and off it flew a great

way, over the hills and far away, so that he had to run after it;

and when he came back she had bound up her hair again, and all

was safe. So they watched the geese till it grew dark.