Geert.
Another tune first, Old Man! Not that damned old polka.
Jo.
Yes, play that tune of—of—what do you call ’em?
Cob.
Yes, the one she mentions is fine.
Saart.
You know, Jelle, the one—that one that goes [Sings.] “I know a song that charms the heart.”
Mees.
Say! Give us——[Jelle begins the Marseillaise.] That’s better fare. [Sings.] “Alloose—vodela—bedeije—deboe—debie—de boolebie.”