Song of the Reaper
Reaper, you reap so well
in the good grass,
that to reap in the field
you've got plenty of time.
Here come the reapers
looking for their loves
after reaping and reaping
in the grass.
Carolina at the dance
said out loud:
if I like the guys
it's because of the bagpipes.
Here come the reapers...
Carolina at the dance
fell on her ass,
you could see her dance
all hairy.
Here come the reapers...
One day just to see you
I’d spin a hundred times,
but now just to not see you
I spin four hundred.
Here come the reapers...
Carolina at the dance
ripped her stockings;
pour Carolina,
how she wears them!