T' Smidje [English translation]

Who wants to hear a history

of one young blacksmith

And the lessons he learned the hard way

Heated daily by the fire.

Oh, I wish I’d never left my hammer.

I would pound upon the iron.

I stopped that hard forging

And traveled off to France.

There I decided to get married

To the prettiest woman I’d ever seen.

Oh, I wish I’d never left my hammer.

I would pound upon the iron.

She really is the prettiest women.

But you’ve never seen such a serpent!

She can never keep her mouth shut,

And she’s never, ever pleased.

Oh, I wish I’d never left my hammer.

I would pound upon the iron.

I can’t even sit and drink a pint.

I think I’ll never again be merry.

I can’t even sit with a friend,

And share a glass of beer or wine.

Oh, I wish I’d never left my hammer.

​I would pound upon the iron.

I’ve had enough of being married.

I wish I was still a bachelor.

I just keep out of her way in a corner.

And try to stay out of danger

Oh, I wish I’d never left my hammer.

I would pound upon the iron.

Oh, I wish I’d never left my hammer.

​I would pound upon the iron.