The James T. Callow Folklore Archive

THE LAST MAZUR (POLISH SONG)

COME, LET'S DANCE ANOTHER MAZUR,
THOUGH THE DAY IS BREAKING,
"MAY I HAVE THE HONOR, KRYSIA,"
YOUNG LANCER IS SAYING.
BUT TOO LONG HE WILL NOT WAIT, PLEAD,
FOR HE IS A TRUE POLE,
EVER CHARMING, TAKES HER IN LEAD,
HUNDRED PAIRS TO FOLLOW.

GALLANT LANCER WHISPERS SOFTLY,
WITH HIS SPURS ARINGING,
KRYSIA'S HEART IS BEATING LOUDLY,
AND HER CHEEKS ARE BURNING.
"STEADY YOUNG HEART, STOP YOUR DREAMING,
LANCER CAN'T BE FAITHFUL,
FROM THE DISTANCE DRUMS ARE CALLING,
AND THE CANNON FEARFUL."

HEAR THE MUSKETS AND DRUMS ROLLING,
LANCER YOUR HORSE, HURA}
PRETTY KRYSIA, CEASE YOUR WEEPING,
LET US DANCE MAZURKA}
"ONCE AGAIN THE ROUND, LET'S HURRY,
ONE EMBRACE FRATERNAL,
COUNTRY CALLS ME, MY STEED'S READY,
MAZUR THIS ONE, FINAL."

Where learned: DETROIT

Date learned: 10-18-1971