Cell itce itce cell thirteen rows itce

1. Oh, itce, itce, oh, thirteen rows of itce, ; The itce stands empty in front of my baby. ; That rascal innkeeper is worth it, let her fill it, ; My baby still has enough loose money, let her pay. ; ; 2. Oh, my mother, let me go to the ball, ; My baby is having fun there in a clean white-silk dress. ; Clean white dress, only her eyebrows are black, ; Oh, my mother, she could only be mine!