Several Apprentices: So, then, where are you away to?
Others: We’re away to the Hunting Lodge.
The Former: We’re off to saunter by the Mill.
An Apprentice: Off to the Riverside Inn, I’d guess.
A Second Apprentice: The way there’s not of the best.
The Others: What about you?
A Third: I’m with the others, still.
A Fourth: Come to the Castle, you’ll find there
The prettiest girls, the finest beer,
And the best place for a fight.
A Fifth: You quarrelsome fool, are you looking
For a third good hiding?
Not for me, that place, I hate its very sight.
A Maidservant: No, No! I’m going back to town.
Another: We’ll find him by those poplar trees for sure.
The First: Well that’s no joy for me, now:
He’ll walk by your side, of course,
He’ll dance with you on the green.
Where’s the fun in that for me, then!
The Other: I’m sure he’s not alone, he said
He’d bring along that Curly-head.
A Student: My how they strut those bold women!
Brother, come on! We’ll follow them.
Fierce tobacco, strong beer,
And a girl in her finery, I prefer.
A Citizen’s Daughter: They are handsome boys there, I see!
But it’s truly a disgrace
They could have the best of company,
And run after a painted face!
Second Student (To the first.):
Not so fast! Those two behind,
They walk about so sweetly,
One must be that neighbour of mine:
I could fall for her completely.
They pass by with demure paces,
But in the end they’ll go with us.
The First Brother: No! I shouldn’t bother, anyway.
Quick! Before our quarry gets away.
The hand that wields a broom on Saturday,
Gives the best caress, on Sunday too, I say.
