The dance went on, the refrain echoed from the walls.
The clear, laughing voice of the little Maraîchine sang:
"The spring was deep, alas, alas,
Therein I needs must fall.
Along the road just then did pass
Three barons valiant all.
"'What will you give us, maiden fair,
If to your help we press?'
'An' you do that,' I did declare,
'My gift you'll never guess.'