I once loved a boy, and the bold brown-haired boy
I would come and would go at his request;
and this bold bonny boy was my pride and my joy
and I built him a bower in my breast.
And this girl who has taken my bold, bonny love,
May she make of it all that she can;
For whether he loves me or loves me not,
I will walk with my love now and then.

KORREKTUREN ÃœBERMITTELN