Sunday out in Ammerwiese
Liese bravely minds the geese there
Then comes Jacob with long strides
Holding his sickle at his side
He nudges with this now and then
At Liese under bodice and hem
He wants to try her, with violence
And all the while he probes her he sings...
Lovely Liese, leave the geese here
I want to have a taste of your skin
My scythe will be blood-rusted I fear
If you are not welcoming
So Jacob yearns to lick young Liese
Her pear taste would be so pleasing
So many small hairs stand on end
They run to a wheat-filled glen
In the flood of gold, well veiled
Jacob bestrides the youthful maid
And holds her there until the evening
Then to the child he again sings...
Lovely Liese, leave the geese here
I want to have a taste of your skin
My scythe will be blood-rusted I fear
If you are not welcoming
Lovely Liese, leave the geese here
I want to have a taste of your skin
My scythe will be blood-rusted I fear
If you are not welcoming
[original lyrics & translation]
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