Da droben auf jenem Berge

High up on yonder mountain
A castle stands, and three
Fair maidens live within it;
They love me generously.

Saturday, Yetta kissed me;
Sunday, Julia was free;
On Monday, Kunigunda
With love near smothered me.

But Tuesday, my three fair charmers
Gave an imposing fête;
The neighborhood's lords and ladies
Came riding in wagons of state.

But me they had skipped or forgotten,
And that was a poor thing to do.
Those gossips, the old aunts and cousins,
They noticed, and laughed at it too.