It leads over the Main1
A bridge of stone
Who ever wishes to cross,
Must spin in a dance
A teamster comes by,
loaded up heavily
He has three steeds
And they dance across
A lad without shoes
And in rags to boot
As he saw the bridge,
ei, how he danced there
If a girl comes alone,
on the bridge of stone,
She'll grab her little skirt with haste
And she'll dance like the wind.
And the king himself,
Climbs down from his throne,
He hardly steps on the board,
Before he starts dancing a minuet.
Dear people come here,
Break the bridge in two
And they swung the hatchets,
And the danced all the while
And the people in the country
Come running in a hurry
Stay away from the bridge
Because we love to dance
1. A large river in Germany