The news came from Poland
Lady killed Lord
Lady killed Lord
She laid him in the garden
and planted rue* there
and planted rue there
Grow, rue, high, high, high
Under the window, hey! under the window deep down
The rue reached the window
The Lady mourned the Lord
The Lady mourned the Lord
Look out, maid, in the black forest
see if somebody`s coming to us
see if somebody`s coming to us
There are Lords coming here, the Lords, the Lords
The deceased`s hey!, the deceased`s brothers.
Sit in a carriage with us
Let`s go to the far side
They went beyond forests
And killed* her there
They came under gateway
Asking about brother
Asking about brother
We are coming from a war
We know nothing about brother
We know nothing about brother
I myself don`t know where he`s been, where he`s been, where he`s been
For a war, hey!, he was to go for a war
But why is there so much blood in here
On a shoe, on the knife
On a shoe, on the knife
What blood is there on the frock
On the handkerchief in the pocket
On the handkerchief in the pocket
The maid slaughtered hens, slaughtered, slaughtered
The blood, hey!, the blood spattered upon her
Sit in a carriage with us
Let`s go to the far side
They went beyond forests
And killed her there