Song of Illyrian Peasants

Up, up, ye dames, ye lassies gay

To the meadows trip away.

'Tis you must tend the flock this morn

And scare the small birds from the corn

Not a soul at home may stay:

For the shepherds must go

With lance and bow

To hunt the wolf in the woods to-day.

Leave the hearth and leave the house

To the cricket and the mouse;

Find grandma out a sunny seat

With babe and lambkin at her feet.

Not a soul at home may stay:

For the shepherds must go

With lance and bow

To hunt the wolf in the woods to-day.