Life is full of pearls

Lads! come hasten to the ball!

See the lasses waiting all;

Shake your feet and form the line:

See the maidens! Bring the wine!

Life is strung with pearls.

Hark! the spurs are tinkling sweet,

Csizmas echo on the feet;

Feet and hands move joyously,

And the dance is full of glee:

Life is strung with pearls.

Where the smiling maidens be,

There the happy youths we see;

Up and down the waving row,

With Tartarian steps they go:

Life is full of pearls.

Woman! thou whose spring is past,

Join the dance, though ' twere the last;

Bask thee in the genial heat,

Warm thy heart, and shake thy feet:

Life is full of pearls!