Dancing Song

Aching, quaking, tottering, shaking,
Half transported, half afraid;
To my lightly-dancing maid
Stretch I out my arms, while she
Sees my knees sink under me:
Aching, quaking, tottering, shaking,
Half transported, half afraid.

Aching, quaking, tottering, shaking,
Like a magpie skip I round;
When I dance, my joys abound,
And I see my maiden's knees
Trembling, just as tremble these:
Aching, quaking, tottering, shaking,
Like a magpie skip I round.

Aching, quaking, tottering, shaking,
Still I dance in joy and fear;
O the grievous burden here!
Heavy on my heart I feel
More concern than love can heal:
Aching, quaking, tottering, shaking,
O the grievous burden here!

Aching, quaking, tottering, shaking,
I must throw my nadrág off;
Thou thy maiden-robes must doff;
Death shall find us if thou please,
Dancing dances gay as these:
Aching, quaking, tottering, shaking,
I must throw my nadrág off.