Catch us the foxes,
The little foxes that spoil the vines, For our vines have tender grapes.
The little foxes that spoil the vines, For our vines have tender grapes.
We have a little sister, And she has no breasts. What shall we do for our sister In the day when she is spoken for?
If she is a wall, We will build upon her A battlement of silver; And if she is a door, We will enclose her With boards of cedar.
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