VI.

_Micsoda csárdaez? be csinos?_

What inn is this which here I see? Therein a pretty girl may be! And if no lovely damsel, Be in the tavern now; Then let us hang its landlord, Upon the nearest bough.

But see! a goat is grazing nigh, A dark-brown maiden is standing by. Then hey my jolly comrade! There's milk I trow for both; The maiden too will kiss us. She shall, I'll take my oath!