" Dance! " called the fiddle,
Its strings loudly giggled,
The bailiff's man wriggled
Ahead for a spree.
" Hold! " shouted Ola
And tripped him to tumbling,
The bailiff's man humbling,
To maidens' great glee.

" Hop! " said then Erik,
His foot struck the ceiling,
The beams rang their pealing,
The walls gave a shriek.
" Stop! " said now Elling,
And seizing him collared,
He held him and hollered:
" You still are too weak! "

" Hei! " said then Rasmus,
Fair Randi embracing:
" Be quick now in placing
The kiss that you know! "
" Nay! " answered Randi.
A slapping she gave him,
And from her she drave him:
" Here take what I owe! "