WHENEVER in America A girl is asked to wed, She straightway says, "Go ask papa," And coyly droops her head. And over in the Fatherland, Where flows the terraced Rhine, She whispers, while he clasps her hand, "Ich liebe dich allein." But up in Russia, where the snow Sweeps hissing thro' the firs, She simply murmurs soft and low, "Bhjushkst zwmstk rstk pbjunsk pjbrs." |