The rhythm slows for the next verse, and Azimar's expression goes plaintive and soulful. Exaggeratedly so.

I met a lovely maiden, o, a lady fair was she
And I asked her for her hand, down upon my bended knee
The lady swore she loved me not, her heart I could not sway....

A mournful sigh -- and then the grin's back.

So I kissed her once upon the cheek and went my merry way.