Καλλιτεχνικός Σύλλογος Δημοτικής Μουσικής Δόμνα Σαμίου

A young and gallant soldier Sought a citadel, a citadel.
He sought a citadel, a village to stop at. He found none, no citadel.
He found neither citadel nor village to stop at; He found, he found a tree.
He found a tree, a tree all of gold; He stopped, he stopped and asked it:
He stopped and asked it, he stopped and said:
– Tree, show me, shown me,
Tree, show me, me and my horse, Where is, where is your trunk,
Where is your trunk that I may tether my horse; Where are, where are your branches,
Where are your branches that I may hang up my arms.
– Here is my trunk, here is my trunk,
Here is my trunk, tether your horse,
Here are my branches, here are my branches,
Here are my branches, hang up your arms; And here is, here is my shade,
Here is my shade, lay yourself down to rest, And tomorrow, tomorrow all in the morning early,
And tomorrow all in the morning early, I shall demand my due: Two pitchers, two pitchers of water,
Two pitchers of water you will pour on my foot, Two pitchers of water, two pitchers of water.