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You see, I guessed it! My, how handsome! All the young girls in the town Pity you.

Your bride—I tell you—is not sincere. She loves another!

Ca-ca-can she love Another? Why, I'm here!

Ha, ha! But does she know you, And do you know her?

Kn-know me? No. B-but she knows That I will be her hu-hu-husband!

That's all very well, And that's why she laughs at you! She'll slander you behind your back, And bother you to death.

Wha-what do you say? But If my mother wants me to take her! I m-must get married some time!

Certainly, why not? That you must!

Here are there other girls— Just pick one out.

I'll do it!

I know a fine sweetheart for you, Whom many a man desires, A pretty girl, here in this place, Who long looks up to you.

Is it realyreally [sic] true? Did I understand you? A pretty child? That wouldn't be bad! Although Marie will grieve and sorrow.

O she, she'll take the other one.

But my mother dear, She'll raise a rumpus.

She'll be satisfied with your choice.

Is the other one pretty?

As pretty as Marie.

And young?

As young as Marie.

But does she want me for a husband?

She can't live without you! Give Marie up Or she'll go to ruin; Night and day She thinks of you!

(She pretends she is crying.)