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 The people gaze with gladsome eyes, While scholars of the cloister schools All in silence bred by rules, Look on with wondering surprise. Unhappy scholars! Were they free, They would cossacks dancing be. Who is this by musicians surrounded To whom the people give fame unbounded? In trousers of velvet red, With a coat that sweeps the road A cossack comes. Let's weep o'er his years For what they've done is cause for tears. But there's life in the old man yet I trust, For with dancing kicks he spurns the dust. In his short time left with men to mingle The cossack sings, this tipsy jingle.
 * "On the road is a crab, crab, crab.
 * Let us catch it grab, grab, grab.
 * Girls are sewing jab, jab, jab.
 * Let's dance on trouble,
 * Dance on it double
 * Then on we'll bubble
 * Already this trouble
 * We-ve danced on double
 * So let's dance on trouble,
 * Dance on it double,
 * Then on we'll bubble."