Yes! sing and sing! belaud her, and berhyme!
I’ll have my laugh at that—all in good time!
She jilted me right rarely; soon
She’ll make thee sing to the same tune;
’Twere fit a Kobold with his love should bless her,
On some cross road to cocker and caress her;
Or that some old he-goat, that tramps away
From merry Blocksberg on the first of May,
Should greet her passing with a lusty baa!
An honest man of genuine flesh and blood