Old brother Jockum, sound your voice in question!
How fares your comely wife today?
Thanks for your kind and earnest suggestion
Given the circumstances, I must say
Yes, yes, yes, yes, I surely weep!
Dear brother Jockum, dear
Soon All will be a mystery deep
I can never my mother forgive
Nonsense, take your glass, let sorrow swoon!
Nonsense, take your glass, let sorrow swoon!
Nonsense, take your glass, let sorrow swoon!
What troubles you so deeply at heart?
A little lovers' spat, perhaps?
No, when at Nobis I my pipe start
I must always hear such chaps
One points to Jockum's old brow
Laughs in his fist, looks and jeers
That I, with my tankard now
Am tempted to curse that lout
Ah, trifle, what more is here!
Ah, trifle, what more is here!
But tell me, are there more than the tall
Who in your chamber roll and loll?
Yes, my good brother, they are many, many
More than feathers in bolster's fold
Tears choke my throat, dear brother
Ah, ah! What drink you of? Ah, ah!
Pour from these wine rivers another!
Soon I'll stand by Charon's rudder
Ah, trifle, drink anyhow!
Ah, trifle, drink anyhow!
But say, brother Jockum, does she not pat
Give you a kiss when you depart?
Oh yes, she says: Daddy dear, do not fret
Do not grow cold, take your coat to heart!
She winds her wig close around her ear
But in her brow is much dispute
Dear brother, what should I do here?
Stir your drink with sugar clear
Drink to the bottom and feel well!
Drink to the bottom and feel well!
But say, brother Jockum, does she not pat
Give you a kiss when you depart?
Oh yes, she says: 'Daddy dear, do not fret
Do not grow cold, take your coat to heart!
She winds her wig close around her ear
But in her brow is much dispute
Dear brother, what should I do here?"
Stir your drink with sugar clear
Drink to the bottom and feel well!
Drink to the bottom and feel well!