WHISTLE ON A HILL
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I saw her close to a bay-tree, she kept her white ewes 
When I asked from where came her fresh skin she said to me 
It is to roll in the dew which makes the shepherdesses pretty 
But when I said that with her I would like to roll there too

REFRAIN:She said to me
------- She said to me to go up there whistle on the hill 
        To await her with a small bouquet of wild roses
        I gathered flowers and I whistled as much as I could
        I waited, waited, she never came

At the fair of the village one day I sighed to her 
That I would like to be an apple pending on an apple tree 
And that each time that she passes she comes to bite inside me 
But she passed only showing me her pretty teeth

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