Since the season now is o’er,
Wretched, I can Polk no more.
Hear my vow before I go
Polka mou sas agapo!
By those steps so unconfined,
By that neat kick-up behind,
Coulon’s hop, and Michau’s slide,
Backward, forward, or aside,
By the alternate heel and toe
Polka mou sas agapo.