New the bagpipes play a measure,
while the dancers have their pleasure.
To the gipsy, fancy's creature,
dancing is a second nature!

Ha! how proudly through the dances
Janesch at his sweetheart glances!
With a look like lightning flashing,
sword is glancing, spurs are clashing;
maiden's eyes his eyes are meeting,
while her heart is loudly beating.

Then a whispered word of longing,
hope and joy her bosom thronging
with such happiness before them,
heav'n itself is opening o'er them.
how I love to sit and watch her in the evening hours!