Come so young boy and let me give you space
To sit so calm upon that fur of mine
You did not hear me wanting your embrace?
As night steps on its toes, all else is fine
Ay, what can you think of this sweet Dame?
A boy is still a boy, still innocent
Ponder deep! What could bring our kisses Fame?
Still shy my son? No lips I even lent.
When moon is high I think you change your wish
As Lady of my Land I know my prey
After those cups we had you probab´ly kish
Oh, is he not cute, having none to say.
”Dear Mae, I think the turn to talk is mine
Whatever fools me I still don´t drink wine”