| lyric | ""They are building gallows,
they are now building two;
Johnny you may decide
wich of them shall bear you.“
„I shall hang on wichever
gollows they select;
from the crown of my head
will grow a tulip erect.“
„Tulip fine, tulip fine,
on what day shall I pluck thee?
„Wait until next Sunday,
for green shall I then be!“ |