In the roaming mountains
The smuggler's daughter
On her little donkey, she carried in fraud
Tobacco in her little basket
She sang the refrain
That a guy had made for her

Oh! hey!, oh! hey! Her name was Houpetta
Petta here, petta there, petta high, petta low
Houpetta the beautiful, houpetta the beautiful
Houpetta, my beautiful
On her donkey she went petta here, petta there
Petta high, petta low, houpetta the beautiful
Houpetta the beautiful
With her fresh voice she sang: cuckoo!
In the distance the echo answered: cuckoo!
When the little donkey made, hi! han!
In the distance the echo answered: the same thing
Cuckoo here, cuckoo there, petta here, petta there
The echo mixed all this with the beautiful Houpetta
Ah! ah! ah!
But one beautiful day she got caught
By a customs officer, a very handsome guy
Who took from her without further ado
All she had as tobacco
Crying, the smuggler
Said to him: "don't make me miserable"
Oh! hey!, oh! hey! My name is Houpetta
Petta here, petta there, petta high, petta low
Houpetta the beautiful, houpetta the beautiful
Houpetta, my beautiful
I don't want you to touch
My packet of tobacco
I beg you, I don't want
It's not, it's not
It's not, it's not
It's not your tobacco box
But the customs officer, he said: "I must"
And right away the echo answered:

Spoken:
Nothing because he hadn't shouted loud enough

So finally she said to him: "well
Here it is" but to mock her he
Answered: "thank you! I don't smoke"
That's how Houpetta saved all her tobacco
The little donkey trotted, took Houpetta away
Ah! ah! ah!

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