Paroles
1. Dancing, dancing, whirling and whirling,
But watch the oven burning and burning,
O do not jar it, summer is going,
And soon cold wint’ry winds will be blowing.
Tra la la la, Tra la la la,
Tra la la la, tra la la la.
2. Tell me, gypsy, who shall me sweetheart be?
By your magic, tell me, oh, tell me,
For here’s five pennies I want to give thee
If only she a beauty will be.
