Little Stina
C. P. Wahlin

Stina, here you have me. Come, we shall dance a polka.
I still love you! Let us not (stand and) be tardy.
Alas, may I (so enjoyably) become yours?

Yes, I feel you are mine. Let all stop (their running),
We still dance round about; Skip, (just) skip, love’s skip.
Don’t worry yourself about anything.

Little Stina, feel my torment! Little Pelle, we are happy.
Come and see, Who shall advise (him) We are both happy.