What bird is that, with voice so sweet,
  Sings to the sun from yonder tree?
What girl is that so slim and fleet,
Comes through the cane her love to meet?
  Foli zo-zo, sing merrily.
  The pretty girl she comes to me!

What wind is that upon the cane?
  What perfume from a far-off rose
Fills me with dreams? What strange, vague...