Where the mountain streams are falling,
O my master dear!
Follow past the rushing torrent,
Past the precipice abhorrent,
Trusting in thy faithful warrant,
O my master dear!”
In the third verse the two voices blended, Zitli adding, in a sweet clear treble, a yodel with no articulate words, only a melodious combination of vowels.
“Follow Queen and follow Master,
Cows and heifers all!
Fear no trouble nor disaster,