A shotgun will shoot and a jacknife will knife. If you wade in the water 'twill drown you. Keep away from the ice if you want my advice, said the wise woman to the soldier.
But the young soldier, he loaded his gun and he reached for his knife and he started to run: for marching, for marching never could hurt him! From the north to the south we will march through the land With knife at side and gun in hand. That's what the soldiers told the woman.
Woe to him who defies the advice of the wise! If you wade in the water 'twill drown you. Don't ignore what I say or you'll rue it one day, said the wise woman to the soldier.
But the young soldier, his knife at his side, and his gun in his hand, he steps into the tide, for water, for water never could hurt him. When the new moon is shining on shingle roofs white, we are all coming back, go and pray for that night! That's what the soldiers told the woman.
Then the wise woman spoke: you will vanish like smoke and your glorious deeds will not warm me. And just watch the smoke fly! O God don't let him die! Said the wise woman to the soldier.
But the young soldier, his knife at his side and his gun in his hand is swept out by the tide. He waded, he waded in the water and it drowned him. And the lad who defied the wise woman's advice when the new moon shone floated down with the ice. So what could the soldiers tell the woman?
The wise woman spoke: he has vanished like smoke and his glorious deeds did not warm you! You ignored what I say and you rue it today! Said the wise woman to all the soldiers.