Sunday on the Angerwie? E
Is geese a good one?
Then Jacob comes running
holds a sickle in the hand
He pushes this every now and then
the Lieschen under skirt and bodice
He wants to taste it, wants to force it
and the boy will sing to it
Dear Liese, let the geese
I want to try your skin
Rusty from the blood is the scythe
are you not friendly to me
The Jacob may lick Lieschen
and she will taste like pear
Set up small hearing
hurry to the wheat field
Well hidden in the flood of gold
he has infected the liese
Keeps her tightly entwined until the evening
and sang in the child
Dear Liese, let the geese
I want to try your skin
Rusty from the blood is the scythe
are you friendly to me (2x)
Only among all we can make this a better place :)