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Where are you going, pretty maid With your dark face and your yellow hair? I'm going to the spring, kind sir For strawberry leaves make maidens fair I'll go with you, pretty maid With your dark face and your yellow hair? If you want to, kind sir For strawberry leaves make maidens fair What if I get you on the ground, pretty maid With your dark face and your yellow hair? I'll jump up again, kind sir For strawberry leaves make maidens fair What if I get you with child, pretty maid With your dark face and your yellow hair? I will bear him, kind sir For strawberry leaves make maidens fair Who will you get to be the father for your child, pretty maid With your dark face and your yellow hair? You will be his father, kind sir For strawberry leaves make maidens fair What will you do for clothes for your child With your dark face and your yellow hair? His father will be a tailor, kind sir For strawberry leaves make maidens fair
Peleah ero why a moaz, moze fettow teag Gen agoz pedn due ha goz bleaw mellin? Me a moaz than venton sarra wheag Rag delkiow sivy ra muzzy teag Pe ve moaz gena why moze fettow teag Gen agoz pedn due ha goz bleaw mellin? Grew mar meno why sarra wheag Rag delkiow sivy ra muzzy teag Fatla gwra ve agoz gurra why en doar Gen agoz pedn due ha goz bleaw mellin? Me vedn saval arta sarra wheag Rag delkiow sivy ra muzzy teag Fatla gwra ve agoz dry why gen floh Gen agoz pedn due ha goz bleaw mellin? Me vedn e thone sarra wheag Rag delkiow sivy ra muzzy teag Pew vedo why gawas rag seera rag goz floh Gen agoz pedn due ha goz bleaw mellin? Why ra boaz e seera, sarra wheag Rag delkiow sivy ra muzzy teag Pandra vedo why geel rag ledno rag goz floh Gen agoz pedn due ha goz bleaw mellin? E seera veath troher sarra wheag Rag delkiow sivy ra muzzy teag

Where are you going, pretty maid With your white face and your yellow hair? I'm going to the spring, kind sir For strawberry leaves make maidens fair I'll go with you, pretty maid With your white face and your yellow hair? If you want to, kind sir For strawberry leaves make maidens fair What if I get you on the ground, pretty maid With your white face and your yellow hair? I'll jump up again, kind sir For strawberry leaves make maidens fair What if I get you with child, pretty maid With your white face and your yellow hair? I will bear him, kind sir For strawberry leaves make maidens fair Who will you get to be the father for your child, pretty maid With your white face and your yellow hair? You will be his father, kind sir For strawberry leaves make maidens fair What will you do for clothes for your child With your white face and your yellow hair? His father will be a tailor, kind sir For strawberry leaves make maidens fair
Ple'th esowgh hwi ow mos, mowes vludh ha teg Gans agas bejeth gwynn, ha'gas blew melyn? My a vynn mos dhe'n venten, syrra hweg Rag delyow sevi a wra mowesi teg A allav-vy mos genowgh hwi, mowes, vludh ha teg Gans agas bejeth gwynn, ha'gas blew melyn? Gwrewgh mar mynnowgh-hwi, syrra hweg Rag delyow sevi a wra mowesi teg Fatel vydh mar kwrav-vy agas gorra-hwi y'n dor Gans agas bejeth gwynn, ha'gas blew melyn? My a vynn sevel arta, syrra hweg Rag delyow sevi a wra mowesi teg Fatel vydh mar kwrav-vy agas dri-hwi gans flogh Gans agas bejeth gwynn, ha'gas blew melyn? My a vynn y dhoen, syrra hweg Rag delyow sevi a wra mowesi teg Piw a vynnowgh-hwi kavoes rag syrra rag'as flogh Gans agas bejeth gwynn, ha'gas blew melyn? Hwi a vydh y syrra, syrra hweg Rag delyow sevi a wra mowesi teg Pandr'a vynnowgh-hwi kavoes rag lennow rag'as flogh Gans agas bejeth gwynn, ha'gas blew melyn? Y das a vydh tregher, syrra hweg Rag delyow sevi a wra mowesi teg

‘I am sorry to take leave of Master Bombadil,' said Sam. 'He's a caution and no mistake. I reckon we may go a good deal further and see naught better, nor queerer. But I won't deny I'll be glad to see this Prancing Pony he spoke of. I hope it'll be like The Green Dragon away back home! What sort of folk are they in Bree?'
‘Drog yw genev dibertha diworth Mester Bombadyl,’ a leveris Sam. ‘Ev yw marthus yn hwir. My a dyb ni dhe vones yn hyns pell heb gweles travyth gwell, po koyntta. Mes ny vynnav nagha bos da genev gweles an Hoba Ow Tonsya dell wrug ev leverel. Yma govenek dhymm y vos haval orth an Dhragon Wyrdh dhe-dre! Py par tus yns i yn Bri?’