Oh-oh
Oh-oh
Oh-oh
Oh-oh

I saw her near a laurel, she was tending her white sheep
When you asked where my fresh skin came from, I told you
"It's rolling in the dew that makes shepherdesses pretty"
But when I said that with her I would like to roll too
She told me

She told me to go whistle up there on the hill
To wait for her with a small bouquet of wild roses
I picked the flowers and I whistled as much as I could
I waited, waited, she never came
Zai-zai-zai-zai
Zai-zai-zai-zai
Zai-zai-zai-zai
Zai-zai-zai-zai

At the village fair, one day I sighed to her
That I would like to be an apple hanging from an apple tree
And that every time I pass I come to bite into you
But I passed by while showing you my pretty teeth
She told me

She told me to go whistle up there on the hill
To wait for her with a small bouquet of wild roses
I picked the flowers and I whistled as much as I could
I waited, waited, she never came
Zai-zai-zai-zai
Zai-zai-zai-zai
Zai-zai-zai-zai
Zai-zai-zai-zai

Oh-oh
Oh-oh
Oh-oh
Oh-oh

She told me to go whistle up there on the hill
To wait for her with a small bouquet of wild roses
I picked the flowers and I whistled as much as I could
I waited, waited, she never came
Zai-zai-zai-zai
Zai-zai-zai-zai
Zai-zai-zai-zai
Zai-zai-zai-zai

Oh-oh
Oh-oh
Oh-oh
Oh-oh

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