And swinging from the mountain's side.
Ah! pretty, pretty,
Ah! dear little partridge!
Thy nest is enamelled with flowers,
With basilico, narcissus, and water-lily:
Thy place is full of dew,
Thou delightest in the fragrant odour.
Ah! pretty, pretty,
Ah! dear little partridge!
Thy feathers are soft,