And gaily sang with little care or thought.
Hear life’s jingle, come along!
All should mingle with the throng;
Clasp my hand, dear, haste with me—
Say not nay, for I love thee!
Quit thy nonsense or begone!
I am not thus lightly won.
Let’s go onward to the dance,
Give me but one tender glance!
Cease thy teasing, I’ll not go!