It was Sunday morning
And the son of the noble matron
Went to visit the fair maid
To ask for a dropp of water,
...
The earth had transformed the oaks,
Fresh sea water sparkled
Blue at the new day rising;
But the dove of Anacreon
...
The vineyards were golden,
Foxes with their exhausted young
Were descending from the mountains
At the end of the harvest,
...