Paroles et traduction Rita Engebretsen - Møllerens Iren

Møllerens Iren

Den ene kom om høsten løvet gulnet på hver gren
Den andre kom om vinteren muntert traskende i sneen
Skjønt begge hadde avtjent samme året i armeen
Så ble de bitre fiender om Møllerens Iren
Men pikehjertene, nei dem skal man slett ikke tro
De banker stundom for en men like ofte for to
Og sier en pike ja til en kavaler
Går hennes tanker nok ofte til flere

For å få slutt på striden så sa Mølleren til dem
Den som gir tusen daler får min datter og mitt hjem
Og frierne i verden dro da ut på raske ben
I håpet om å tjene nok til Møllerens Iren
Men pikehjertene nei dem skal man slett ikke tro
De banker stundom for en men like ofte for to
Og sier en pike ja til en kavaler
Går hennes tanker nok ofte til fler

Da fire år var gått så man en dag et ynkelig syn
Da kom de begge traskende fra hver sin kant mot byn
Og begge halte opp av lomma tusen daler, men
En rikmann hadde da for lengst fått Møllerens Iren
For pikehjerter er ingenting å feste seg ved
De banker stundom for en og to, men også for tre
Og frierne svor at slikt lar ingen seg by
Nå er de trofaste venner på ny

Møllerens Iren

One came in the autumn, leaves yellowed on every branch
The other came in the winter, cheerfully trudging through the snow
Although both had served the same year in the army
They became bitter enemies over Møllerens Iren
But my dear lady, one should never fully trust a maiden's heart
They sometimes beat for one, but just as often for two
And if a girl says yes to a suitor
Her thoughts often drift to others

To put an end to the strife, the Miller said to them
Whoever gives one thousand thalers will get my daughter and my home
And the suitors in the world set out on nimble legs
In the hope of earning enough for Møllerens Iren
But my dear lady, one should never fully trust a maiden's heart
They sometimes beat for one, but just as often for two
And if a girl says yes to a suitor
Her thoughts often drift to others

When four years had passed, one day a pitiful sight was seen
When they both came trudging from their respective directions towards the town
And both limped up a thousand thalers from their pockets, but
A wealthy man had long since taken Møllerens Iren
Because maidens' hearts are nothing to rely on
They sometimes beat for one or two, but also for three
And the suitors swore that nobody should be subjected to such
Now they are faithful friends once more