Paroles
1. From Lucerne to Weggis fair,
Holdiridia, holdiria,
Shoes and stockings we need not wear,
Holdiridia, holdia.
Holdiridia, Holdiridia,
holdiria, Holdiridia,
Holdiridia, holdia.
2. On the lake we all shall row,
Holdiridia, holdiria,
Looking at the fish below,
Holdiridia, holdia.
3. Weggis hills are not so far,
Holdiridia, holdiria,
We will all out “Heisasa,”
Holdiridia, holdia.
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