Ktera Ge Panenka Stydliwa
The shame-faced maiden fain would shy
The modest youth — but ah! she knows
He saw her — and she hurries by,
Deep-blushing like a scarlet rose.
O, SILLY youth — are you afraid,
And could you not your thoughts disguise?
For when you pass'd the blushing maid,
You pull'd your klobuk o'er your eyes.
The modest youth — but ah! she knows
He saw her — and she hurries by,
Deep-blushing like a scarlet rose.
O, SILLY youth — are you afraid,
And could you not your thoughts disguise?
For when you pass'd the blushing maid,
You pull'd your klobuk o'er your eyes.
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