A kaj, ko ti si devica,
tako slaba, grlica moja,
moja slika, visoka svetica,
ti drhtiš i pred sapico boja.
Kot ob uri nevihte hudi
se ti zožijo grudi,
ko se prikažem iz cestnega praha.
Ah, kak te ljubim, srnica plaha.
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