I've bought three scarfs of white;

I 'll be white as any swan,

And none will dare embrace me,

When the three white scarfs I don.

I've bought three scarfs of red;

I 'll be red as any rose;

My love will rain his kisses

When such a floweret blows.

I've bought three scarfs of gold;

I 'll be yellow as its hue;

I 'll glitter like a weathercock,

While all the world shines new.

I've bought three scarfs of brown;

I 'll be brown as any owl;

None will dare to ask a kiss

From such a timorous fowl.