Give me a glance! My heart is broken, dear Catherine —
By your light step, your laughter, and your eyes.
Ye’re so beautiful, what’s yours is pretty everything —
But costly dresses would increase your price.
I’ll buy you any fancy gowns, and hats, and roses,
And real gems, and everything ye want!
I promise you that ye’ll look better than Dolores,
Whom I did in, and who was so hot...
Do trust me Catherine, that like an o’erfilled river
Our joyful life will flow forth and forth.
At any price I’ll make you happy, O my dear,
And not each year I do in my girls.
My dear Catherine, give up ye any doubt —
An honest heart is throbbing in my chest.
Let’s take a sledge, it’s the right time for riding out!
Let’s go, baby! Later ye’ll be dead...