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Rh Who gathered there in days gone by Simply to dance in the good old way From evening light till dawn. Do sun-burned youth And happy maidenhood Still dance in the dear old home? And thou, sweetheart of mine, Thou heartsease of mine, My sacred, dark-eyed one! Still amongst them dost thou walk Silent and proud? And with those blue-black eyes Still dost bewitch
 * the peoples' souls?

Still as of old Do they admire in vain Thy supple form? Goddess mine! fate of mine! How wee maidens Gather round thee, Chirping and prattling In the good old way.

Perchance, unwittingly, The children remember me, One makes a little jest of me. Smile, my heart! Just a little, little smile That no one sees. That's all. I, worse luck! Must pray to God in jail.