When I behold your manly form,
A sweet emotion agitates me Pippo:
And when Bettina, your face I see,
Delight unbounded permeates me, etc.
The tones melodious of your voice,
Are sweeter far than sweetest honey,
And when your glances rest on me,
Right there, it makes me feel so funny.
I my turkeys love,
And I my sheep love,
When they sound their sweet — gobble, gobble, gobble,
When they softly bleat — ba, (together) But …
You I more than turkeys love,
And you more than sheep I love,
When they sound their sweetest gobble, gobble,
When they softly bleat ba,
Gobble, gobble, gobble,
Whenever, love your eyes meet mine,
I feel a strange exhilaration,
And of your hair the sweet perfume,
Gives a delightful titillation.
When you approach me suddenly,
Just like a little chick a-tremble,
And when your little hand meets mine,
My raptures I cannot disemble.