I gather the crackling sticks in the wood,
And I roast the hedgehog over the fire;
My little one shall have dainty food,
As much as her little heart can desire.
My little one shall have ribbons red,
And great gold ear-rings, a locket of gold,
And a red and gold shawl for her little head,
And I'll buy her a doll when the baskets are sold.
I'll seal for my little one, some fine day,
A little white dog with a ribbon and bell;
When I've sold the trinkets on all my tray,
I'll buy her a bird in a cage as well.
O! a bird in a cage is each little one
That runs to the window to see us pass;
My little one loves to lie in the sun,
And chirp to the horse as he munches the grass.
