The farmers of St. Pölten
And the entire parish
They rode to a wedding
For none would stay at home
They rode to a wedding
For none would stay at home
They all rode stallions
Just one sat on a mare
The judge he rode a donkey
That was smarter than him
The judge he rode a donkey
That was smarter than him
Then they started running
Well over stone and stick
The bridegroom he ran foremost
In his blue overcoat
The bridegroom he ran foremost
In his blue overcoat
And then they went to church
With the bride and with the groom
That they're allowed to do
What the've done all along
That they're allowed to do
What the've done all along
And then they would start drinking
A sweet and bitter wine
And every of these asses wanted to
Sit right next to the cask
And every of these asses wanted to
Sit right next to the cask
And as they were inebriated
There was a bad discord
They hit each other's stomach and nose
With chairs, glasses and casseroles
They hit each other's stomach and nose
With chairs, glasses and casseroles
And from the entire parish
A single one is left
It was the judge's donkey
Who's laughin on the manure heap
It was the judge's donkey
Who's laughin on the manure heap