Where are you going, dressed in white,
Pierrot, Pierrot,
Since Pierrette has deceived you quite?
Tira, tiri, tira!
"I go to visit Columbine,"
Said Pierrot, Pierrot,
"To mend this broken heart of mine,
Tira, tiri, tira!"
The story is not new,
It may apply to you;
If sweethearts will deceive
Why, hang it, do not care, oh! hang it, do not grieve,
But—imitate Pierrot.
If Columbine should jilt you,
Pierrot, Pierrot,
In heaven's name, what would you do?
Tira, tiri, tira!
"Then to another girl I'll go,"
Said Pierrot, Pierrot,
"She surely will console Pierrot,
Tira, tiri, tira!"
—William Theodore Peters