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 What do you say, Reb Yoel Chayim?

A pity to lose her from the house.

&emsp;(to Klavne) And with my girl it doesn’t suit you to make a match?

But she already has someone.

What’s all the needless talk about? I say he’s a likely enough young scamp. And you, Shmereh, don’t need to quibble over the matter either.

Shat! Shat! I’m not giving my daughter at all. Klavne, I'll not give you my daughter.

&emsp;(to Shprintze Tzirel) Don’t worry, daughter. You'll get a husband. Sing, brothers: “Whatever we are, we are; but God we serve.”” Oh, oh, oh, how good I feel! How happy I am! Oh, oh, oh, what joy! Show them, daughter, how you can dance on the table.

Show what you can do, Shprintze Tzirel.

Go, Shprintzele, show them what you can do.

Women, be quiet! Oh, my! People, how good I feel!