Yonder stands a pretty little maid
who she is I do not know
I`ll go and caught her for her beauty
let her run, say yes or no
Why do I wish for so much beauty
it`s a flower that must decay
like the rose that blooms in Summer
when Winter comes it fades away
What do I care for golden riches
what do I care for house and land
what do I care waerly treasures
all I want is a nice young man