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If fate should bring me nigh
A fair and capable maid, oh my
A fair and capable maid, oh my
To soothe my aching heart with her sweet sigh
Ah, ah, ah!
I'd not, like others, heed
The scandalous gossip's creed
Whoever sought to touch her
Would pay me handsomely
Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha!
Whoever sought to touch her
Would pay me handsomely
When she went out to others
I'd stay at home, my brothers
I'd stay at home, my brothers
Wandering between pantry and cellar's chill... What a thrill!
Ah, ah, ah, ah!
I'd not trouble my brain
With the adornment she might deign
As long as Bacchus' juice and grain
Flowed in the bottles still
Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha!
As long as Bacchus' juice and grain
Flowed in the bottles still
If she denied me bed
Or pointed to the door instead
Or pointed to the door instead
It might cost me much... but mother wishes so, hush!
Ah, ah, ah, ah!
If strangers with pistols drawn
Cast me out and overthrown
What could I do alone
What should I do, tell me so?
Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha!
Cast me out and overthrown
What should I do, tell me so?
Another time, could be
I'd want to return home, free
I'd want to return home, free
And the light still burned between the shutters, see,
Ah, ah, ah! Ah, ah, ah!
That my angel starts to spit
And both lash me and dog-slit
And maybe from her chamber pot
Gave me... et cetera... wit
Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha!
And maybe from her chamber pot
Gave me... et cetera... wit
But say, by faith and honor
Say, can one demand more upon her?
Say, can one demand more upon her?
Than that I look away and hold the candles thus?
Ah, ah, ah, ah!
Then when I lull them to sleep
Perhaps, if I need a keep
Barely a glass of wine is left
For my troubles... What a fuss!
Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha!
Barely a glass of wine is left
For my troubles... What a fuss!
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If fate should bring me nigh
A fair and capable maid, oh my
A fair and capable maid, oh my
To soothe my aching heart with her sweet sigh
Ah, ah, ah!
I'd not, like others, heed
The scandalous gossip's creed
Whoever sought to touch her
Would pay me handsomely
Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha!
Whoever sought to touch her
Would pay me handsomely
When she went out to others
I'd stay at home, my brothers
I'd stay at home, my brothers
Wandering between pantry and cellar's chill... What a thrill!
Ah, ah, ah, ah!
I'd not trouble my brain
With the adornment she might deign
As long as Bacchus' juice and grain
Flowed in the bottles still
Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha!
As long as Bacchus' juice and grain
Flowed in the bottles still
If she denied me bed
Or pointed to the door instead
Or pointed to the door instead
It might cost me much... but mother wishes so, hush!
Ah, ah, ah, ah!
If strangers with pistols drawn
Cast me out and overthrown
What could I do alone
What should I do, tell me so?
Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha!
Cast me out and overthrown
What should I do, tell me so?
Another time, could be
I'd want to return home, free
I'd want to return home, free
And the light still burned between the shutters, see,
Ah, ah, ah! Ah, ah, ah!
That my angel starts to spit
And both lash me and dog-slit
And maybe from her chamber pot
Gave me... et cetera... wit
Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha!
And maybe from her chamber pot
Gave me... et cetera... wit
But say, by faith and honor
Say, can one demand more upon her?
Say, can one demand more upon her?
Than that I look away and hold the candles thus?
Ah, ah, ah, ah!
Then when I lull them to sleep
Perhaps, if I need a keep
Barely a glass of wine is left
For my troubles... What a fuss!
Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha!
Barely a glass of wine is left
For my troubles... What a fuss!
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Writer: Magnus Olsson, Carl Bellman
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