Verses 3–6

And there came a good man, the son of brave parents
“Good morning maiden little girl, green rue’s twig
Come, little girl, come to me, little lily, come to me
I come from poor parents in a poor house.
I have neither hundreds nor stacked riches
All my treasure is a sprig of green rue
I don’t need possessions, nor do I need a packed house.
My heart rejoices, if only for this beautiful little girl.”