Through the forest of Casal
A fair maiden singing goes;
" Sing, sing on, my pretty maiden,
Till you 're married, then who knows? "

A gay youth goes to her father:
" Your fair daughter to me give. "
But the father makes him answer:
" Never, never! as I live! "

The gay lover he falls ailing,
And the girl takes to her bed;
The gay lover lives on porridge,
And the maiden on dry bread.

The gay youth dies in the dawning,
And the maiden at sunrise;
She is buried in the churchyard,
And within the church he lies.

From the tomb of the fair maiden
There springs up an almond tree;
From the tomb of the brave lover,
A pomegranate fair to see.

They have grown so tall and stately,
On three towns their shadows fall,
Alessandria and Valenza,
And the beautiful Casal.