Young Venevil ran with her heart on fire to her lover so dear
She sang till she made all the church-bells ring:
'Good day, good day!'
And all the little song-birds made answer to her song:
'Mid-summers day's for laughter and play
Take care, little Venevil, your garland's going astray.'

She wove him a garland of flowers blue:
'As my eyes so blue, my love, for you.'
He took it, and tossed it o'er the hill:
'Farewell, my sweet, my sweet, farewell.'
He laughеd and ran like lightning you hear his laughter still:
'Mid-summеr day's for laughter and play
Take care, little Venevil, your garland's gone astray.'