When the news came to the ears of the real Princess she went to the slaughterer , and secretly promised him a piece of gold if he would do something for her . There was in the town a large dark gate , through which she had to pass night and morning with the geese ; would he `` kindly hang up Falada 's head there , that she might see it once again ? '' The slaughterer said he would do as she desired , chopped off the head , and nailed it firmly over the gateway . Early next morning , as she and Curdken were driving their flock through the gate , she said as she passed under : `` Oh ! Falada , 't is you hang there '' ; and the head replied : '' 'T is you ; pass under , Princess fair : If your mother only knew , Her heart would surely break in two . '' Then she left the tower and drove the geese into a field . And when they had reached the common where the geese fed she sat down and unloosed her hair , which was of pure gold . Curdken loved to see it glitter in the sun , and wanted much to pull some hair out . Then she spoke : `` Wind , wind , gently sway , Blow Curdken 's hat away ; Let him chase o'er field and wold Till my locks of ruddy gold , Now astray and hanging down , Be combed and plaited in a crown . '' Then a gust of wind blew Curdken 's hat away , and he had to chase it over hill and dale . When he returned from the pursuit she had finished her combing and curling , and his chance of getting any hair was gone . Curdken was very angry , and would n't speak to her . So they herded the geese till evening and then went home . The next morning , as they passed under the gate , the girl said : `` Oh ! Falada , 't is you hang there ; '' and the head replied : '' 'T is you ; pass under , Princess fair : If your mother only knew , Her heart would surely break in two . '' Then she went on her way till she came to the common , where she sat down and began to comb out her hair ; then Curdken ran up to her and wanted to grasp some of the hair from her head , but she called out hastily : `` Wind , wind , gently sway , Blow Curdken 's hat away ; Let him chase o'er field and wold Till my locks of ruddy gold , Now astray and hanging down , Be combed and plaited in a crown . '' Then a puff of wind came and blew Curdken 's hat far away , so that he had to run after it ; and when he returned she had long finished putting up her golden locks , and he could n't get any hair ; so they watched the geese till it was dark . But that evening when they got home Curdken went to the old King , and said : `` I refuse to herd geese any longer with that girl . '' `` For what reason ? '' asked the old King .
`` Because she does nothing but annoy me all day long , '' replied XXXXX ; and he proceeded to relate all her iniquities , and said : `` Every morning as we drive the flock through the dark gate she says to a horse 's head that hangs on the wall : '' ` Oh !
't Curdken Falada King Princess evening left morning night slaughterer