In the clear water of the fountain Completely in the nude she bath When the gust of the wind of the sudden Blew her clothes completely away Flustered she gave me a sign And begged me to cover her shame With some leaves of a lily or wine Some orange tree flowers or the sain With just the petals of the rose The tiny corsage was devised So petitly was she composed That a single flower sufficed From the single branch of the wine A little petticoat was made But lovely girl was so slight That only one leaf did it take She offered her arms and her lips For her gratitude to confess And i took them with such fevered fits That once again she was undressed The ingenue must have liked the game For often all naked and slim To bath in the fountain she came While praying to god for some wind Praying for wind