A maiden stood on mountaintop Gazed down the valley so deep She saw a sailing ship approach, ship approach Three counts were onboard The youngest of the counts Who were on board the ship He wanted to take the hand, take the hand Of the young maiden He took off his finger A ring of gold red He said take this my dear friend, my dear friend Take this and be mine When the count had travelled abroad Came another man Who wanted to steal her heart, her heart And they got along so well The count arrived at the wedding And asked the bride to dance They danced so lovely around the floor And she paled liked a sheet Tell me why are you so pale Why are you so blue? Because the others have fooled me, have fooled me And told me you were dead Well if the others have fooled you And told you I was dead Then you shall see me dead, see me dead Before the sun sets The count went back to his chamber Locked the door after himself Then he took out his shiny knife, his shiny knife And ended his own life Hear me all maidens Hear me, my best friend You spoke with two tongues in your mouth And had them both in love