Through the country far and wide
Boccanera and Falconi
Echoed with their wonted glee.
Sound sleep now get—sleep, mother's pet,
I'll sing thee ninni nani.
"Darling, when thou art taller grown,
Free thou shalt wander through meadows fair,
Every flower shall be newly-blown,
Oil shall shine 'stead of dewdrops there,
And the water in the sea