Blow loudly now, my pipe!

For my father-in-law has tumbled asleep,

From the stove to the log-heap, O!

Oh, if I had only known,

Or had this chance foreseen;

He’d have got a longer drop,

And cracked his skull I ween!

O, my luck, O!

The Tsar stamped his feet and thumped his knee, whistling the air: