The sun boats from the mountain's top,
Pretty, pretty.
The partridge comes from her nest:
She was saluted by the flowers,
She flew and came from the mountain's top,
Ah! pretty, pretty,
Ah! dear little partridge!
Only the highest genius-and what is higher than the folk-genius?-would dare to be so naive:
Ah! pretty, pretty,
Ah! dear little partridge!