The Gypsy woman

At the crossroads, there I listen, when the stars

and the fires in the forests have died down,

and where the first hound barks from afar -

from there will my intended come.

La, la, la, la.

"And when day broke, through the copse,

I saw a cat creeping;

I shot at her nut-brown pelt

and how far she leapt!

Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha!"

For shame with this little pelt - you shall have me not!

My darling must be like the others:

brown and bearded with a Hungarian trim

and a merry heart toward wandering.

La, la, la, la.