Dandse, dandse Dukke min!
Dandse, dandse Dukke min!
Nei, hvor Frøkenen er fiin!
Cavaleren ligesaa,
Han har Hat og Handsker paa,
Buxer hvide, Kjole blaa,
Liigtorn paa den store Taa.
Han er fiin, og hun er fiin.
Dandse, dandse Dukke min!
Her er gamle Lisemo’er!
Hun er Dukke fra i Fjor;
Haaret nyt, det er af Hør,
Panden vasket er med Smør;
Hun er ganske ung igjen.
Kom Du med, min gamle Ven!
I skal dandse alle Tre.
Det er Penge værd at see.
Dandse, dandse Dukke min!
Gjør de rette Dandsetrin!
Foden ud ad, hold Dig rank,
Saa er Du saa Sød og slank!
Neie, dreie, snurre rundt,
Det er overmaade sundt!
Det er nydeligt at see.
I er’ søde alle Tre!
Dance now, dance now, doll of mine!
Dance now, dance now, doll of mine!
Isn’t this young lady fine!
And her escort looks a treat,
With his hat and gloves so neat,
Trousers white and jacket blue,
Big-toe corn from tight-laced shoe.
He’s so fine, and she’s so fine.
Dance now, dance now, doll of mine!
And there’s Lise here as well!
Last year’s doll’s a grand old gell,
Hair quite new, it’s made of flax,
Forehead rubbed quite clean with wax;
She now looks quite young once more.
Come, old friend, and take the floor!
You shall dance, the three of you.
So we can enjoy the view.
Dance now, dance now, doll of mine!
Get your steps right, keep in line,
Point your toes and keep quite trim,
Then you’ll look both sweet and slim!
Curtsey, turn and round you spin,
It’s so healthy for the skin!
An entrancing sight to see.
Keep on dancing, all you three!
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