I am the all the daughters
Of my father's house
And all the
Brother's, too

I earn oour keep
Through hard work
For the fool that is
father, does nothing

After the first
And last enchantment
There is only left
The clever and the wise

For i am also
My mothers
Daughter, who is
The wiset of us all

My hair is no longer
Sliky and smooth
I will not have my
Husband Choosen

My drowy will not
Be a pretty penny
For i wish for a
Love like Juliet's

For such as i am
All that lovers are
For my love story
Is of my choosing

In my case
The fools Daughter
Is wise enough to
Play the maiden who is free

For being so wise
Thought is free
For it is a world
That hides Virtues in it