Ilka: Naughty Hänsel in the valley,
Naughty Hänsel, tell me true,
If my lips are sweet for kissing,
What is that, I pray, to you?
Both: Hohli-ohli, etc.
Hänsel: Tell me, Ilka on the hill-top,
While the rivers seaward flow,
Is thy heart as true and loving
As it was a year ago?
Both: Hohli-ohli, etc.