Kdyz k vam vesel hledim, zlata vy Kuratka,
slysim nase pisne, ceska zrim devcatka.
Nase divky slunce ranejsi byvaji,
ve potoku chladnem oci si myvaji.
V noci krasne hvezdy do vody naprsi -
beda hochu, na nejz oci ty zasrsi!
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