Speak out, oh gates and towers,
Where has my sweetheart gone?
I left her in your keeping,
And that's what you should have done.

The towers are not guilty,
They could not budge, where they stood,
When she, with boxes and luggage,
Stole off as fast as she could.

But the gates, those fools, let her
Go through with open locks.
A fool is always willing,
When a foolish woman knocks!