Оригинален текст
Some ladies are foolish
Some ladies are gay
Some ladies are comely
Some live while they may
My lady's a wild flying dove
My lady is wine
She whispers each evening
She's mine, mine, mine
She likes pretty pictures
She loves singing birds
She'll watch them for hours
But I see only her
My lady's a wild flying dove
My lady is wine
She whispers each evening
She's mine, mine, mine
She tells me she's learning
How full her cup can be
She asks me to help her
But I know, she's teaching me
My lady's a wild flying dove
My lady is wine
She whispers each evening
She's mine, mine, mine
My lady's a wild flying dove
My lady is wine
She whispers each evening
She's mine, mine, mine