Who thought up this little song?

Up there, in a high-up house,

a lovely, darling girl looks out of the window.

She does not live there:

she is the daughter of the innkeeper,

and she lives on the green meadow.

And he who would have her

would find a thousand thalers,

but he would have to swear

never to have wine again

to have her father's property.

"My heart is sore!

Come, my treasure, make it well again!

Your dark brown eyes

have wounded me.

Your rosy mouth

makes hearts healthy.

It makes youth wise,

brings the dead to life,

gives health to the ill."

Who has thought up this pretty little song then?

It was brought over the water by three geese -

two grey and one white -

and if you cannot sing the little song,

they will whistle it for you!