They loved each other with love so deep, <br />She was a tramp and he was a thief. <br />When he was plying his naughty craft, <br />She lay on the bed and laughed. <br />The days went by in pleasure and joy, <br />At night in the sheets she hugged her boy. <br />When they dragged him off to jail at last, <br />She stood at the window and laughed. <br />He wrote to her saying: ‘O come to me, <br />I long for you, so badly, you see, <br />I’m weeping: I’m fading fast – <br />She shook her head and laughed. <br />At six in the morning they hung him high, <br />At seven they buried him under the sky, <br />But as eight o’clock went past <br />She drank red wine and laughed.<br /><br />Heinrich Heine<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/ein-weib/
