Make ends meet

Our swain amidst the circle press'd, He push'd a maiden trimly dress'd, And

jogg'd her with his elbow; The buxom damsel turn'd her head, "Now that's a

stupid trick!" she said Juchhe! Juchhe! Juchheisa! Heisa! He! Don't be so

Swift in the circle they advanced, They danced to right, to left they danced,

And all the skirts were swinging. And they grew red, and they grew warm,

Panting, they rested arm in arm, Juchhe! Juchhe! Juchheisa! Heisa! He! To

Don't make so free! How many a maid Has been betroth'd and then betray'd;

And has repented after! Yet still he flatter'd her aside, And from the linden, far