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The oak is ripe, the branch is bent, the leaves are curled
Song
The bark is ripe, the branches are bent, the leaves are curly
Little Mariska is looking for a husband, but she has no lover.
Peti the Judge goes there and says to her,
I will be there, I will make the bed too.
The young men come, they knock slowly,
they settle in front of Mariska's house.
Who was the first, it was Peti the Judge.
My dear Mariska, open the door.
I will open it, I will close it.
My dear little Peti, I will be yours.
Little Mariska is looking for a husband, but she has no lover.
Peti the Judge goes there and says to her,
I will be there, I will make the bed too.
The young men come, they knock slowly,
they settle in front of Mariska's house.
Who was the first, it was Peti the Judge.
My dear Mariska, open the door.
I will open it, I will close it.
My dear little Peti, I will be yours.