Where are you going my little one, little one?
Where are you going my baby my own?
Turn around and you're two
Turn around and you're four
Turn around and you're a young girl going out the door.
Where are you going my little one, little one?
Little dirndles and petticoats, where have you gone?
Turn around and you're tiny, Turn around and you're grown, Turn
around and you're a young wife with babes of your own.
Where are you going my little one, little one? Where
are you going my baby, my own?
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