Ilka: Hänsel, Hänsel in the valley
I will tell you true;
If mine eyes are blue and beaming,
What is that, I pray, to you?
Both: Hohli-ohli, etc.
Hänsel: Tell me, Ilka on the hill-top,
While the blushing roses blow,
Are thy lips as sweet for kissing
As they were a year ago?
Both: Hohli-ohli, etc.