MEPHISTOPHELES
In satin and in velvet,
Behold the younker dressed:
Bedizen'd o'er with ribbons,
A cross upon his breast.
Prime minister they made him;
He wore a star of state;
And all his poor relations
Were courtiers, rich and great.
The gentlemen and ladies
At court were sore distressed;
The queen and all her maidens
Were bitten by the pest,
And yet they dared not scratch them
Or chase the fleas away.
If we are bit, we catch them,
And crack without delay.
CHORUS (shouting)
If we are bit, etc.
FROSCH
Bravo! That's the song for me!
SIEBEL
Such be the fate of every flea!
BRANDER
With clever finger catch and kill!
ALTMAYER
Hurrah for wine and freedom still!