Lyrics:
I am like the larkThat in order to form its nestAlways looks for a strong branchSo that she won't see it fall.Others are like the deerEager and presumptuousWhen it goes out to find loveIs killed without warning.Ay...Ay...Ay...Ay...The clouds go through the skyThe fish through the waterThe gold is under the groundAnd love is in the petticoats.My dark lovely oneWhat am I going to doIf you take this loveAway from me.What good is it for menTo put on airsIf when they are at homeTheir pants fall down.Also another thing happensWith those who are braggartsWhen they see the real thingSomething happens to themin their breeches