Hi-fe-lin-ke-le!

A young man walked at the morning hour,

Hi-fe-lin-ke-le!

So light and merrily;

Met there a maid in a rosy bower;

" Wilt thou be mine? " said he.

" No, no, no, no!

Truly I will not be so,

For another have I now," said she.

Hi-fe-lin-ke-le!

The young man walked at the noontide hour,

Hi-fe-lin-ke-le!

So light and merrily;

Met then the maid of the rosy bower;

" Wilt now be mine? " said he.

" No, no, no, no!

Truly I will not be so,

For another have I still, " said she.

Hi-fe-lin-ke-le!

The young man walked at the evening hour,

Hi-fe-lin-ke-le!

So light and merrily;

Came then the maid of the rosy bower;

" I 'll now be thine, " said she.

" No, no, no, no!

'Tween us now it is no go,

For another have I now. " said he.

Hi-fe-lin-ke-le!