Yoshke, Yoshke, shpan dem loshek,
Zol er gikher loyfn,
Tomer vet er zikh obshteln
Veln mir im nit kenen farkoyfn.
Der Rebbe hot geheysn freylakh zayn,
Trinkn bronfn nisht keyn vayn.
Yoshke, Yoshke, pace the horse,
Let him run quickly.
If he stops,
We won't be able to sell him.
The Rebbe has told us to be merry
And to drink whiskey, not wine.
from liner notes of Berkeley's Klezmorim album "East Side Wedding" (<a h
Added January 8th, 2003