A Third. I go with the others.
Fourth. Come up to Burgdorf, there you're sure to find good cheer, The handsomest of girls and best of beer, And rows, too, of the very first water.
Fifth. You monstrous madcap, does your skin Itch for the third time to try that inn? I've had enough for my taste in that quarter.
Servant-girl. No! I'm going back again to town for one.
Others. Under those poplars we are sure to meet him.
First Girl. But that for me is no great fun;
For you are always sure to get him,
He never dances with any but you.
Great good to me your luck will do!
Others. He's not alone, I heard him say, The curly-head would be with him to-day.
Scholar. Stars! how the buxom wenches stride there!
Quick, brother! we must fasten alongside there.
Strong beer, good smart tobacco, and the waist
Of a right handsome gall, well rigg'd, now that's my taste.
Citizen's Daughter. Do see those fine, young fellows yonder!
'Tis, I declare, a great disgrace;
When they might have the very best, I wonder,
After these galls they needs must race!
Second scholar [to the first].
Stop! not so fast! there come two more behind,
My eyes! but ain't they dressed up neatly?
One is my neighbor, or I'm blind;
I love the girl, she looks so sweetly.
Alone all quietly they go,
You'll find they'll take us, by and bye, in tow.