In the wilds there lies a dead doe
All wrapped in white rushes,
A young woman longs for spring
And fine young men entice her.
In the woods there grows a stand of oaks,
In the wilds there lies a dead deer,
White rushes tightly tied --
And a young woman, smooth as jade.
Slowly! Oh, be patient,
Don't pull the kerchief at my waist,
Don't stir the dogs to barking!