Dyby byla kosa nabróšená,

Dyby byla votava,

Co by vona drobnó jetelinku,

Co by vona šupala!

A šupaj, šupaj, drobná jetelinko;

Co je mně po tobě, má zlatá panenko,

Co je mně po tobě, dys ty se mně provdala!

 

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If the sickle blade were keenly sharpened,

If there were a field of green,

If she were a clover bud in blossom,

With the blade I’d cut her clean.

Oh, what a vixen, dainty little clover.

What are you to me, then, charming little lover?

What are you to me, then, for you wed another one!