If a gypsy girl be in love she finds the foot-print of her „object“, digs out the earth which is within its outline and buries this under a willow-tree, saying;
Many earths on earth there be,
Whom I love my own shall be,
Grow, grow willow tree!
Sorrow none unto me!
He the axe, I the helve,
He the cock, I the hen,
This, this (be as) I will!
