Where have you been, little girl, so early?

1. Where have you been, little girl, so early, ; I see your shoes, already dewy, ; I went to a green forest for violets, ; My heart hurts, lest my womb burst. ; ; 2. I will not curse you, my baby, it is not my habit, ; Only may your washcloth turn to blood, ; May your towel catch fire, ; May my heart never hurt for yours.