White apron of satin
Virgin knows where she must be
She put on her best clothes
To go to Halewyn
She mounted the white horse
And then left for the forest
Then she saw Lord Halewyn
Showed her neck
It turned out differently than expected
Children's chin o Children's chin,
You sometimes looked for Min Halewyn
No virgin yet bares her neck
I feel like my head is in my lap
Red apron, red with blood
Virgin knows where she should be
She is going to hold a banquet
Where one puts one's head on the table