| 基本描述 | It’s in a faraway region there lives a good maiden Men passing her yurt by can’t but look back an linger nigh She had a face small and glowing red as the morning sun Her eyes are very fair and charming like the moon bright bewitchingI would roam about in the mead and shepherd her sheep Long I’d gaze on her small pink face and on her dress with gold laceI’d change in to a lamb always following her I wish she’d all day hold her whip of flipping lightly on my back |