Per, the musician, he had only one cow
Per, the musician, had only one cow
He traded the cow, got his fiddle back
You dear old fiddle.
Then there came a priest to the farm,
He did not want to hear fiddlesounds nor dance
He beheaded Per and burned the fiddle,
You dear old fiddle.
So do not play your riddle,
if the priest comes to the farm.
And do not dance with your girl,
because they all belong to him.
You dear old fiddle.