Sred vasi so lipe tri,
Hišica pri njih stoji.
Hišica lesena je,
Roža zlata v njej cvete.
Za-me roža ta cvete,
Za-me le, za druge ne.
Kdor bo trgal rožo to,
Dal mi bo roso glavo.
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