This pretty brunette girl went out into the woods

1. This pretty brown girl went out into the forest, ; She picks violets for her rosy comb, ; She picks the violets, looks up at the high sky, ; Oh, my God, my lover is being taken to the battlefield. ; ; 2. You can open, you can close, my baby, your window, ; I will not tread on your muddy yard anymore, ; I have trodden enough, let someone else tread on it, ; I loved you, my little angel, someone else can love you.