Liese Translation

I'm hoping some native German-speakers will look this over and let me know if I've arsed anything up:

Sunday in the bunting meadow*
Brave Liese minds the geese
Then Jacob comes running
Holding a sickle in his hand

This he pushes now and then
At little Liese under her skirt and bodice
He wants to taste her, wants to force her
And the boy is singing...

Lovely Liese, leave the geese
I want to taste of your skin
The scythe is rusty with blood
Are you friendly? Not to me

Jacob wants to lick little Liese
And she will taste like pear
Her small hairs standing on end
They hasten to a wheatfield

In a flood of gold, well-hidden
He infects Liese
Holds her in an embrace until evening
And sings to the child

Lovely Liese, leave the geese
I want to taste of your skin
The scythe is rusty with blood
Are you friendly? Not to me

Lovely Liese, leave the geese
I want to taste of your skin
The scythe is rusty with blood
Are you friendly? Not to me

* 'Bunting' as in the songbird.

Now to LILT it...