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It's evening, it's evening.
Song
1. It's evening, it's evening,
It's past nine o'clock,
Sweet Mariska
She stood at the gate.
2. Sweet Mariska,
What's wrong with you,
That the front of your skirt,
Has become so short.
3. The tailor sewed it well,
The seamstress sewed it well,
May God beat you,
Whoever spoiled it.
4. Beat you, beat you,
Don't leave you unbeaten,
For nine years the
Cold shivers.
It's past nine o'clock,
Sweet Mariska
She stood at the gate.
2. Sweet Mariska,
What's wrong with you,
That the front of your skirt,
Has become so short.
3. The tailor sewed it well,
The seamstress sewed it well,
May God beat you,
Whoever spoiled it.
4. Beat you, beat you,
Don't leave you unbeaten,
For nine years the
Cold shivers.