Excerpt: The burial of young men and girls who were brides- and grooms-to-be resembled a wedding in many aspects. Although there were no best men, the girls and young men walked on both sides of the coffin dressed as for a wedding. Thus among the Csángós of Hétfalu (former Brassó County) they sang the following while the coffin was carried out of the house by the maids and young men of honour:
I am too a bridegroom [or a bride]
Ready for to go soon.
Folk come here a-treading
To a woeful wedding.
I was once a flower,
But I won’t bloom ever
Laid at rest in coffin.
In my parents’ garden
I was once a flower,
Rose that won’t bloom ever,
For the Reaper cut me
When a youth unwary
With His net He snared me,
And won’t have me living,
Here I must be leaving.
Hétfalu (former Brassó County)
Ready for to go soon.
Folk come here a-treading
To a woeful wedding.
I was once a flower,
But I won’t bloom ever
Laid at rest in coffin.
In my parents’ garden
I was once a flower,
Rose that won’t bloom ever,
For the Reaper cut me
When a youth unwary
With His net He snared me,
And won’t have me living,
Here I must be leaving.
Hétfalu (former Brassó County)
