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There is a lovely walnut tree in the yard of our house.
Song
1. A lovely walnut tree stands in the yard of our house.
Underneath it , my little pony is saddled and bridle-ridden.
Her lovely bridle, my baby's little mouth is red.
I bow my sad head into the embracing arms of my rose.
2. Either I'll write it, or I'll send it, or I'll tell it myself.
That God, the good God, may never create an orphan.
Because even girls abandon an orphan,
My curly-haired baby abandoned me, I am an orphan myself.
Underneath it , my little pony is saddled and bridle-ridden.
Her lovely bridle, my baby's little mouth is red.
I bow my sad head into the embracing arms of my rose.
2. Either I'll write it, or I'll send it, or I'll tell it myself.
That God, the good God, may never create an orphan.
Because even girls abandon an orphan,
My curly-haired baby abandoned me, I am an orphan myself.