I saw her by a laurel, she was tending her white sheep
When I asked where her fresh skin came from she told me
It's from rolling in the dew that makes shepherd girls pretty
But when I said that with her I'd like to roll there too
She told me to go whistle up there on the hill
To wait for her with a little bouquet of wild roses
I picked some flowers and I whistled as much as I could
I waited, waited, she never came
At the village fair one day I sighed to her
That I'd like to be an apple hanging from an apple tree
And that every time she walks by she'd come bite into me
But she walked by while showing me her pretty teeth
She told me to go whistle up there on the hill
To wait for her with a little bouquet of wild roses
I picked some flowers and I whistled as much as I could
I waited, waited, she never came
She told me to go whistle up there on the hill
To wait for her with a little bouquet of wild roses
I picked some flowers and I whistled as much as I could
I waited, waited, she never came