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Todt zum Kauffmann:
HErr Kauffmann lassen euwer Werben,
   Die Zeit ist hie, jhr müssen sterben:
Der Todt nimpt weder Gelt noch Gut:
   Nun tantzen her mit freyem Muth.

Der Kauffmann:
ICh hat mich zu leben versorgt wol,
   Kysten vnd Kästen waren voll,
Der Todt hat mein Gab verschmacht,
   Vnd mich vmb Leib vnd Leben bracht.

Come, Merchant, let your business lie;
Your time is up, you now must die;
Death can't be bribed with goods or gold
So, dance along, as you are told.

To gather gain I've been well skilled,
Chests and strong boxes all are filled;
But death despises all my wealth,
And robs me both of life and health.

Mister merchant let your striving
For time is come you must be dying,
Death takes no gold and no cash,
Therefore dance here with free courage.

I for to life, provided well,
My chests and boxes were all full,
Death my fine gift has despis'd,
And me of body and life depriv'd.