Marianne goes to the mill
That is to grind her grain
Riding her donkey, my little lady
Marianne
Riding her donkey
Dolly going to the mill.
The miller, who sees her coming
Immediately hastens to tell her
So fasten your donkey, my little lady
Marianne
So fasten your donkey
Dolly, behind the mill
While the mill worked
The wolf prowled around
The wolf ate the donkey, little lady,
Marianne
The wolf ate the donkey
Dolly, behind the mill.
Marianne began to cry
A hundred golden crowns he gave her
To buy a donkey, little lady
Marianne
To buy a donkey
Dolly, behind the mill