Juchhe, juchhe!
Juchheisa, heisa, he!
With fife and fiddle too.
An old Peasant.
Herr Doctor, ’tis most kind in you,
And all here prize the boon, I’m sure,
That one so learned should condescend
To share the pastimes of the poor.
Here, take this pitcher, filled ev’n now
With cooling water from the spring.