A girl from Brakel once went to St. Anne’s Chapel at the foot of the Hinnenberg, and as she wanted to have a husband, and thought there was no one else in the chapel, she sang,
“Oh, holy Saint Anne!
Help me soon to a man.
Thou know’st him right well,
By Suttmer gate does he dwell.
His hair it is golden,
Thou know’st him right well.”
The clerk, however, was standing behind the altar and heard that, so he cried in a very gruff voice, “Thou shalt not have him! Thou shalt not have him!”
The girl thought that the child Mary who stood by her mother, Anne, had called out that to her. She became angry and cried, “Hush, you conceited thing. Hold your tongue, and let your mother speak!”