My goose egg is lost.
Song
1. My goose is lost, ; I regret it more than my master. ; Now my goose is a good egg, ; But my master is a drunkard. ; ; 2. I regret that I married, ; I brought trouble on my neck. ; My wife has left me, ; She has left me many children. ; ; 3. I took two in my arms, ; I pressed three into the cradle. ; Six are playing the zither on the floor, ; Nine are playing cards in the hut.