On the purest of spring mornings

On the purest of spring mornings

The shepherdess walked along singing,

Young and beautiful and free of care,

Singing so that it rang through the fields,

So la la! le ralla.

Thyrsis offered her for a little kiss

Two, three little sheep on the spot,

She looked at him roguishly for a little while;

But she continued to sing and laugh,

So la la! le ralla.

And another chap offered her ribbons,

And a third one offered his heart;

But she made fun of heart and ribbons

As she had with the lambs,

Only la la! le ralla.