Trallalla! mein Liebchen!
Was hast du mir nicht gesagt,
Daß krank mein Liebster worden,
Hätt' ich Leckerbißchen
Ihm zur Nahrung geboten:
Vom Mückchen, das Rippenstückchen,
Vom Fliegelein, das Seelchen klein,
Vom Krebse zwei Bein',
Ein Becherlein mit Branntewein,
Ihm zum Geschenke,
Daß satt sich tränke
Der Liebste mein!
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- ENG English (Sharon Krebs) , "At the dance", copyright © 2016, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
- FRE French (Français) (Guy Laffaille) , "Pendant la danse", copyright © 2017, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
Research team for this page: Andrew Shackleton , Sharon Krebs
[Senior Associate Editor]This text was added to the website: 2005-07-28
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Tralala! my little love!
Why did you not tell me
That my love has fallen ill?
I would have offered delicious tidbits
For his nourishment:
A morsel of the rib of a mosquito,
The little soul of tiny fly,
Two legs of a crab,
A little goblet of brandy
As a gift to him,
That he may drink to repletion,
My beloved!