Roži mlado lice
Zarudi ko zarja,
Fantu njeno listje
Tiho spregovarja:
Denes tvoja ljuba
Bo se poročila,
Mene pa v rumenih
Kiticah nosila.
Ko ljubezni palo
Bode zagrinjalo,
Moje zadnje perje
Bo na tleh ležalo.
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