Let us young girls sing
so that other will hear too
so that this village's boys don't
think us quite mute
Sorrows I'll throw along the road
and joys I'll take with me
Where I see a pretty boy
there I'll stay the night
So this is what this village's
best boys are like?
Like pigs in front of the drying-house
they're nudging each other
These boys are like
something from behind the wall
Anyone who takes that one
must be crazy
The boys in this village should be put
into a single gap in the fence
squeeze with pliers
and forge with a hammer
The girls in this village are like
the front of a boat
Our village's girls are like
figures in a painting
The girls in this village are
little balls
Short and black
like tarred shoes
The girls in this village are
Short and black
Our village's crows
are just like that
I'm that little girl
tiny like a cat
And I wouldn't be anywhere else
but in the boys' rooms
People call it a sin
and a sin I suppose it is
To go and to lie
next to that wild boy
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Just so I loved you
and just as much others
For a lark I hugged you
and gave you kisses
Sweetheart thought I was grieving
but I do nothing of the sort
A new one was in my sights
before the old was left behind
Don't you grieve, don't you worry
you poor boy
Of me you'll get a great wife
Drunk and lazy
My sweetheart chides me
because I enjoy the booze
But one doesn't have strength to embrace
if one drinks water like a pike
There comes a fine lad
Pity the poor thing
Won't know which to take
when there are so many of us
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