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...
Believe me, Catherine, and 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...