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Naš kohautek kokrhá, kokrhá.
Our cock crows loudly, lustily,
The mom begins to shine;
My love is thinking—thinking of me,
Gentle mother mine!
Sweet youth! my heart’s own child! how sweet,
Thee with thy maiden's kiss to greet—
And ask a kiss from thee.
Mother! awake from rest—from rest,
Father says "Up, and away."
Make ready the feast—make ready the feast,
For thy daughter's marriage-day;
Thy daughter's marriage-day is this;
She must awake to bliss—-to bliss,
And leave the pillow she prest.
And O! my lover draws near—draws near—
I see his eager speed;
He will soon be here—he will soon be here,
He and his snowy steed;
