I do not want a fiddler
Because I can´t dance
I want to have a tailor
Who sows beautiful wreaths
I do not want a tailor
Because then I would have to press cloth*
I want to have a butcher
Then I get some nice bulls
I do not want a butcher
Because then I would have to scrape out guts
I want to have a beer brewer
Then I would get beer in a mug
I do not want a beer brewer
Because then I would have to wash out barrels
I want to have a preacher man
Who will absolve my sins through confession
I do not want a preacher man
Because I have no sins
I want to have a carpenter
Then I would have new beds
I do not want a carpenter
Because then I would have to sharpen his planers
I want to have a shoemaker
Then I would get new boots
I do not want a shoemaker
Because he has pitch on his fingers
I want to have a goldsmith
Then I will get a ring on my finger
And then when he rises (in the morning)
Then he stands by my side;
Ruffling my yellow tresses:
“stand up my little girl”
I am so merry and so happy
Now I have found a sweetheart
I hope and I believe
That I have won the game