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My egg-laying goose is lost.
Song
1. My laying goose is lost, ; I regret it more than my master. ; Because my goose lays good eggs, ; But mymaster is a vagabond. ; ; 2. I regret that I went to marry, ; I took trouble on my neck. ; My beloved has become a vagabond, ; He left me many children. ; ; 3. I carry one in my hand, ; I leave two in the barn. ; Six are playing the zither on the ground, ; Nine are playing cards in the hut. ; ;