The Works of J. W. von Goethe/Volume 9/The Coquette

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O'er the meadows tripped sweet Kitty,
On a dewy morn in spring,
Like a lark, her blithesome ditty
Gaily, lightly carolling,
So la la! Le ralla.

Lubin, as she passed beside him,
Offered two lambs for a kiss;
Roguishly awhile she eyed him,
Tripped away, then carolled this,
So la la! Le ralla.

Ribbons red young Colin proffers,
Robin with his heart would wile,
But she mocks at all their offers,
Singing, as she mounts the stile,
So la la! Le ralla.