Mys Lieb' isch gar wyt inne,
Dort inne uf der steinige Fluh;
Wenn i scho zun ihm wetti,
O so reute mi di Schuh!
La du di dSchuh nit reuen,
Leg du dine Bantöffeli a;
We du si de hest broche,
So chast ja de angeri ha.
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