My heart vos gone,

I vos all forlorn,

Such a pretty boy has von me,

Such a nobby boy,

De Deitcher’s joy——

Hannis. (Outside.) Lena.

Lena. Vell, Hannis.

Han. May I stay oud?

Lena. Of course. Open de latch, spring de door, an’ coom in. [Enter Hannis.