Twardowski finally sat down at the table. He propped himself up to his sides like a pasha; "Ride your soul! Ride!" - he exclaims, He laughs, fools, scares.
Żołnierzowi, co grał zucha, Wszystkich łaje i potrąca, Świsnął szablą koło ucha, Już z żołnierza masz zająca.
Shoemaker cut three jaws in the nose, He closed three tubes to the head, He puffed, smack, and made of Gdańsk vodka He rolled a half barrel from the head.