I was mowing the lawn.

I have plowed the grass, I have sown pearls, ; I have picked its flowers, I have bent its branches. ; My master has gone to his foolish age; He has grafted apples into a barn to sell. ; ; God grant that he may perish there, ; Then I would be a bride again. ; I would put my motley skirt around my neck. ; I would put on my crimson boots. ; ; I would jump like a stallion, ; I would jump like a hoop. ; There is a sea-buckthorn seed in it, ; if I pour it out, it will not be in it. ; I embrace this, I kiss this, ; I turn it over, I push it out.