Blithe she sings at set of sun;
Lira, lira, lira, lira, lira la,
With her jolly soldier.
Should the captain of her dear
Use his vain endeavour,
Whisp'ring nonsense in her ear,
Two fond hearts to sever,
At his passion she will scoff;
Laughing, thus, she'll put him off,—
Lira, lira, lira, lira, lira la,