The bird slanders in the elms, And pretends that yesterday, Atala Went off with a Russian, Where fair maids go. Lon la.

My friend Pierrot, thou pratest, because the other day Mila knocked at her pane and called me. Where fair maids go. Lon la.

The jades are very charming, their poison which bewitched me would intoxicate Monsieur Orfila. Where fair maids go. Lon la.

I’m fond of love and its bickerings, I love Agnes, I love Pamela, Lise burned herself in setting me aflame. Where fair maids go. Lon la.