I am a free farmhand
Even though my social class is not doing well recently
But still I think I'm doing as well
As one who's acting up at the King's court
Tralltirala
I am my own's
Must not to anyone
bow or bend
Though I carry no hat of expensive beaver-leather
This rough felt hat will shurely do
Adored with some green shrubs
It'll look just like expensive feathers
Tralltiralla
I won't pay attention
Though the court lackeys will belittle it and laugh
I carry no long and elaborate curls (1)
nor put powder into it, I'll save my money
The Dust of the countryside the wind shall blow
Come summer all over my hair
Tralltiralla
So I walk quite truncated (2)
Even tho my Forelock is kept in nice shape
I neither have the seat of a Knight
Am not wellspoken, nor of ruse and wit
But I own a farm estate
Of merry countenance and courage
Tralltiralla
And diligently seek
All the things that will serve a farmer well
I have a body thats rarely sick
For I am working the plow right often
But these (3) are carousing and gorge on meat
Which causes all their many ailments
Tralltiralla
And besides I'm more crispy
Than those who live constantly at Court
What does the man at Court think of himself
Pretending he's something better than me
When Adam plowed and Eve spun flax
Who was of royal standing then ?
Traltiralla
I live every morning
Secure and free of all worries