A Polka Lyric. Barclay Phillips
Qui nunc dancere vult modo,
Wants to dance in the fashion, oh!
Discere debet—ought to know,
Kickere floor cum heel and toe,
One, two, three,
Hop with me,
Whirligig, twirligig, rapide.
Polkam jungere, Virgo, vis,
Will you join the polka, miss?
Liberius—most willingly,
Sic agimus—then let us try:
Nunc vide,
Skip with me,
Whirlabout, roundabout, celere.
Turn laeva cito, tum dextra,
First to the left, and then t’ other way;
Aspice retro in vultu,
You look at her, and she looks at you.
Das palmam
Change hands, ma’am;
Celere—run away, just in sham.