Suck and I hide you my gentle one

Suck and I hide you my beloved

I dreamt that the hunt was at the highlands

I dreamt that the hunt was at the lowlands

 Where oh where shall I put you, my little baby?

Where oh where shall I put you, my lovely little lips?

If I put you in a clamp of grass, my gentle one

The hunters’ rough dogs will come sniffing around

The hunter’s thick club tears up the back

 Suck and I hide you gentle one

Suck and I hide you, you for whom the drum sounds

Where oh where shall I put you, lovely little lips?

Where oh where shall I put you, my beloved?

If I put you by the wayside, gentle one

Passers by will take you with them, my beloved

If I put you in an anthill, my little baby

The ants will enclose youin their nest, little lips

Suck and I hide you little baby

Suck and I hide you gentle one

When I am dead and gone, gentle one

Feed on little blades of grass like a cow, my beloved

And wash them down with a little water, my little baby

That is what raises orphans, you for whom the drums sounds

If I do not die, my little baby

Good things will be ours to enjoy, you for whom the drum sounds.