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LL the week at the wedding cake Young women in crowds both mix and bake. The old man is in wondrous glee, With all the young women dances he. At sweeping the yard He labors hard. All passers-by on foot and horseback He hales to the court where is no lack Of good home-brew. All comers he asks to the marriage And yet 'tis true He runs around so You'd not guess from his carriage Though his joy is such a wonderful gift, His old legs are 'most too heavy to lift.

Everywhere is disorder and laughter Within the house and in the yard. From store-room keg upon keg follows after, Workers' voices everywhere heard. They bake, they boil, At sweeping toil, Tables and floors they wash them all.

And where is the Servant
 * who cares not for wage?

To Kiev she is gone
 * on pilgrimage.