Po večerním nebi tichém
měsíc pluje,
na okýnko šohaj klepá:
„Kdo u tebe, dívko lepá,
noclehuje?“
„Kdo by u mne noclehoval?
leda Pánbů!
Kdyby noclehoval synek,
s hlavy by mi sejmul vínek,
uvrh v hanbu.“
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