Both:   While A-rovin' on a winter's night   And a-drinkin' good old wine,   Thinkin' about that dear little girl,   She broke this heart of mine.       She is like a bud of rose,   That blooms in the month of June.   She’s like some musical instrument,   That's just been lately tuned.       Gorka:   And who's a-gonna shoe your poor little feet,    Who's a-gonna glove your little hands?    Who's a-gonna kiss your sweet little lips,    Honey, who's a-gonna be your man?       Dar:   I will shoe my little foot   And I’m gonna glove my hand   And you can kiss my ruby lips   And you can be my man      Both:   Perhaps I’ll go to a far off land,    A trip to France or Spain,    But if I go ten thousand miles,    I'm a-comin' back again.