Fiddle, flute, and horn uniting,
To the idol-dance inviting—
Round the golden calf with springing
All of Jacob’s daughters come—
Brum—brum—brum—
Kettle drums and laughter ringing!
Girding up their tunics lightly,
Clasping hands together tightly,
Noble maidens, off’rings bringing,
Twist, like whirlwinds at the least,
Round the beast—
Kettle drums and laughter ringing!
Aaron’s self joins in the mazy
Circling dance with motions crazy;
His concerns not looking after,
Skips he, in his high-priest’s coat,
Like a goat—
Kettle drums and ringing laughter!