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Mamele, Mamele, gib mir Brot

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MAMELE, MAMELE, GIB MIR BROT


‎“Mamele, Mamele, gib mir Brot
Oder ich sterb Hungersnot!”‎
‎“Warte nur, mein liebes Kind,
Morgen will ich säen.”
Und als das Korn gesäet war,
Stand das Kind schon wieder da:

‎“Mamele, Mamele, gib mir Brot
Oder ich sterb Hungersnot!”
‎“Warte nur, mein liebes Kind,
Morgen will ich schneiden.”
Und als das Korn geschnitten war
Stand das Kind schon wieder da

‎“Mamele, Mamele, gib mir Brot
Oder ich sterb Hungersnot!”
‎“Warte nur mein liebes Kind,
Morgen will ich dreschen.”
Und als das Korn gedroschen war
Stand das Kind schon wieder da:

‎“Mamele, Mamele, gib mir Brot
Oder ich sterb Hungersnot!”
‎“Warte nur, mein liebes Kind,
Morgen will ich mahlen.”
Und als das Korn gemahlen war
Stand das Kind schon wieder da:

‎“Mamele, Mamele, gib mir Brot
Oder ich sterb Hungersnot!”
‎“Warte nur, mein liebes Kind,
Morgen will ich backen.”
Und als das Brot gebacken war
Lag das Kind auf der Totenbahr
THE HUNGRY CHILD

A young child to its mother ran and then it started crying,
‎“Mother, I'm hungry, mother dear, give me bread or I'll be dying!”
‎“Wait my child, wait my child,
Tomorrow we'll be ploughing.”

Now when the field it had been ploughed the young child started crying,
‎“Mother, I'm hungry, mother dear, give me bread or I'll be dying!”
‎“Wait my child, wait my child,
Tomorrow we’ll be sowing.”

Now when the field it had been reaped the young child started crying,
‎“Mother, I'm hungry, mother dear, give me bread or I'll be dying!”
‎“Wait my child, wait my child,
Tomorrow we'll be threshing.”

Now when the wheat it had been threshed the young child started crying,
‎“Mother, I'm hungry, mother dear, give me bread or I'll be dying!”
‎“Wait my child, wait my child,
Tomorrow we'll be grinding.”

Now when the wheat it had been ground the young child started crying,
‎“Mother, I'm hungry, mother dear, give me bread or I'll be dying!”
‎“Wait my child, wait my child,
Tomorrow we'll be baking.”‎

Now when the bread was warm in the oven the child lay in his coffin.‎


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