II.

_Kocsmárosné, gyuijts világot!_

Hostess, quick! the light goes out, Have you no pretty girl about? But if no pretty girl there be The light may soon so out, for me Why should the candle burn and beam Unless bright eyes reflect its gleam?

And if no pretty girl there be, The light may soon go out for me! And if you have a maiden fair, Then be its light extinguished there! For when its gleaming rays we miss, 'Tis easier far, a girl to kiss.