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

I saw her near a laurel, she was tending her white sheep
When I asked where her fresh skin came from, she told me
"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 she passes she would come and bite into me
But she passed by while showing me her 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
Oh-oh
Oh-oh

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