As step with swift step interlaces.
Of Rigaudons I have the knack.
“When in my aerial flight I go,
High leaping, see the people’s faces!
How round their eyes begin to grow,
And what a shout each one upraises!
Perchance some jealous girl grimaces.
But what of that! when, smiling back,
I see the one thing she betrays is—
Of Rigaudons I have the knack!