The Spotted Bird

There was the spotted bird,
Perched on her lime tree,
With her beak she cut the branch,
With the branch she cut the flower.

Oh Lord!
When will I see my love?

I kneel at the feet of my love,
I stand up faithful and loyal.
Give me a hand, give me the other,
Give me a kiss from your mouth.

There was the spotted bird,
Perched on her lime tree,
With her beak she cut the branch,
With the branch she cut the flower.

This is the half turn,
This is the full turn,
This little step forward,
This little step back,
This one to one side,
This one to the other,
You go in, I am too embarrassed!