Eyes that sip, a waist that bends and sways,
Come, Beloved, from love's secret ways.
These tresses, dark, in curls they gleam,
Come, Beloved, and ride my dream.
From youth's spring, a harvest take,
Beloved, my beauty, now awake.
Rink Ringa, Rink Ringa,
Rink Ringa, Rink Ringa.
To water, to the mirror,
to life's story, hear,
Oh, my mad one, hear!
Oh, do not, do not!
Twisting, flirting,
drunk, my youth is flowing,
Oh, give this,
do that,
proud and shy,
your youth is.
Eyes that sip, a waist that bends and sways,
Come, Beloved, from love's secret ways.
These tresses, dark, in curls they gleam,
Come, Beloved, and ride my dream.
From youth's spring, a harvest take,
Beloved, my beauty, now awake.
Rink Ringa, Rink Ringa,
Rink Ringa, Rink Ringa.
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