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Hiski Salomaa made this song at the beginning of 1900' |
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Vanhapoika on Auvinen ja sellainen mies,
että kaikki sen hyvin ties.
Ja ikänsä hällä oli kuuskymmentviis,
ja sitten on hän viis.
Mun et akkaa ole mä vielä saanut,
olen ikäni mä yksin olen maannut,
ja eikä tuo rakkaus sytämmen pohjasta
pomppimasta ole laannut.
Nyt Auvisell' on talo sekä tavaraa,
tuvass' kissa oli rattona vaan.
Ja itse se Auvine lehmät lypsää,
ja voinkii se kirnuaa.
Ja pyykkisä se pessee, ja ruuan laittaa,
ja varsaki hirnuaa,
sianporsas se vinkuu karsinassa,
ja kaipaapi Auvista.
Sitte Auvinen yritti jo sulhasiks',
tuohon kuppari-Liisan luo.
Mutta ensin hän pistäytyisi kammaris,
siellä lähtöryypyt hän juo.
Sano, kirkas ja makia, tulit Auvisen takia,
mä rakastan nyt sinua.
Kun usiamman tuikun mä liivini vetän,
sinä puistelet minua.
Jo Auvinen alkoi laulella,
kun vertyipi hieman kielel'.
Ja seiniä alkoi nojailla,
ja emäntätä teki miehen miel'.
Sitten laittoi hän ruunan valjaisiin,
minä rupesin kuskariks'.
Ptruu-prtuu ruuna porhalsi,
haettiin Liisa nyt kuppari.
Ja Kuppari-Liisa se sarvet imas,
noihi istumakukkuloil'
Niin Auvinen sano, voi herranen aika,
kun luoja minut loi.
Se kippeetä tekkee, ja pyörryttää,
ja mieltäkin vellaistaa.
Mutt' Liisa se sano, varma on merkki,
tauti huomena helpoittaa.
Sitten vuosien päästä kun Auvisen näin,
sanoi Liisa se emännäksi jäi. |
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| Lyrics Author: |
Hiski Salomaa |
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| Composer: |
Hiski Salomaa |
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This is a song of Finnish-American Hiski Salomaa, who composed this song at the very beginning of 1900's, and it is possible that he made its lyrics even before he went to America. There he was a tailor, and also a travelling musician at U.S., mainly in Finnish Societies, just as Arthur Kylander, and others. |
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In English:
When Asko played
his three-row accordion
a little village boy
was accompanying him
clapping his hands - with the rhythm.
No wonder that also Cupper Liisa
suddenly stood up from a bench
and went to dance - saying:
that's something, that!
An old woman! -
and still full of currency!
and still young people tend to make
some love affair with me!
But never mind -
when Polka feels still good,
despite my grey hair.
Shoemaker Eetu on the other side
kept beating a drum, and
Manta and Jussi went to dance
in a hurry, so that the cast iron
on a bench by the stove
fell down with ist hot contents,
and in the same time
a cat jumped down to the bench
and burned its feet.
Liisa said: Man must say that
there is no gout
in the cat, and farm-hand.
When Polka stopped
Liisa must hurry to sauna
(She was a copper)
And put some horns
to farmers neck.
Hired girls were listening
to the music,
and they went to the house,
and soon after that lot of peole
were gathering to the house, too.
Also from the neighbourhood.
But also a farmer,
whom Lisa has been manipulating
with her horns in sauna,
became suddenly exited,
and rise up with all horns
which were still hanging
on around his neck,
and went to the house, too.
There he said to his wife:
Bring my dark throusers
from the porch!
And then - with his pants on,
farmer began to dance
like a whirlwind, and
an also old woman, from above
the stove, rise up, and
joined to those wild dancers -
despite that she has been preparing
to her death for weeks.
Three-row accordion
was still singing on Asko's knees,
and that old woman shouted:
That boy must have come from heaven,
I have no pain anymore,
and I'm weathy again.
But the fact is that
it was Polka which
gave that cure both to farmer and
to that old woman.
But Asko got a bottle of
spiritus fortus.
In a daylight one could see
and that drum was broken,
and that accordion player
was sleeping on the ground
because of his heavy drinking.
- Tr. Timo Kinnunen -
In Finnish:
Asko kun veti sitä kolmetrivistä
niin pikkanen poika löi tahtia
kupparin Liisa lähti penkin päältä,
sano: kyllä se on aika mahtia!
vanhaakin viijään, nuoret vielä riiaa,
mutta eihän mulla ole noita lapsia -
ei kai se haittaa kun polkka kerran maittaa
vaikka on harmaita hapsia.
rili-iti-rilurilu
ralala laralulalu
ralalalaralulalu
r alalalaralulalu
rili-iti-riluril u
ralalalaralulalu
ralalalara lulalu
ralalalaa.
Suutarin Eetu kun toisella puolla
hakkasi rumpua pampulla.
Manta ja Jussi kun nurkasta läksi
vellipatakin se kaatui pankolla.
Kissa se hyppäsi uunin päältä
poltti käpälänsä kuumassa vellissä.
Liisa se sanoi: ei ole kihtiä
kissassa eikä rengissä.
rili-iti-rilulilu...
Polkka kun loppuu niin Liisalla hoppu
sen täytyypi mennä saunalle.
Imasta sarvia joitakin pareja
isännän kipiälle kaulalle.
Piiat kun kuulivat luhtissa
että pelimanni oli jo tuvassa,
niin pirttihin rientää suurta sekä pientä
jopa tuli naapuria taloista.
rili-iti-rilulilu...
Liisan kynsissä isäntäkin innostui
tuli saunasta sarvet kaulassa -
emännälle huusi: että tuoppas
tummat sarkahousut porstuan naulasta!
Housut jalkaan ja silloin se alkaa
kiperämmässä ; vauhtissa.
Ruotimummokin nousi jo uunin päältä
vaikka oli kuolintautissa.
rili-iti-ril ulilu...
Kolmerivinen kun lauleli Askon polvella
mummo sanoi: poika on taivaasta!
Ei pakotusta missään, jalka on novella
olen pääsynnä kaikesta vaivasta!
Polkka se paransi isännän ja mummon,
Askokin sai jo pirtua pullon,
päiväkin valkes, rumpukin halkes
oli pelimanni tajutonna sahtista.
korvissa kaikui vain tilurilurilurilu...
- Hiski Salomaa - |
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| Lyrics Author: |
Salomaa - Kinnunen |
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| Composer: |
Hiski Salomaa |
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2.2MB |
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Hiski Salomaa was a Finnish-American songwriter, and he has composed this song - as well as his other songs too - at the beginning of 1900. This is a sad story of a man who had no success in the world of married men in the New World. |
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In Finnish:
Se oli suurin erehdys,
sanoi Kemppainen nyt vain
kun sen Tiltu Miettisen
minä vaimokseni nain!
se tansseis' käy,
sitä kotona ei näy,
ja lapsia hoidan mä -
se rakkaus on välillämme
kylmäk s' käynyt kuin jää.
Se lemmen liekki joka rinnoissamme
ennen salamoi
nyt se meidän välillemme
synkän pilven löi
vaikk minä olen päivät kotona
ja Tiltu työssä käy
silti meidän liitossamme
paljon hauskaa näy.
Minä ennen kävin päivät työss'
- olin miesten parhaita,
sill' aikaa Tiltun luona myös
alkoi käydä varkaita.
Ja sehän meidän kotimme
nyt pirstaleiksi löi
ja kun Tiltu meidän tavaramme
eilen halvennuksell' möi.
Nyt lapsemme hän hoidettavaks'
laittoi vieraille
ja minut nyt hän laittoi
aivan puillen paljaille!
Näin Kemppainen nyt lauleli
ja murtunut ol' miel' -
ja pulloansa suuteli
ett' vertyi hieman kiel'.
- Hiski Salomaa -
In English:
It was just a great mistake
said Kemppainen to me
one of these days, pretty
soon after he got married
with Mathilda Miettinen.
And then Kemppainen continued
his sad story:
Mathilda spend all of her free time
in Dancing halls, and Balls,
and she is very seldom at home.
I must take care of our children.
We have just a cold Winter wind
around us, and no true love left
between us any more.
But the fire of love
deep in out hearts
has changed into dark,
and cold cloud of the death.
Notwithstanding that
I can stay at home, and
I do not have to gonto work,
because Mathilda is at work -
we have not much fun
in out marriage left.
In the past
I used to go to work,
and I was one of the bests.
But meanwhile there were
visiting thieves in our home,
A drop too much to out marriage
was that bargain sale:
Mathilda sold yesterday out all of
our furnitures and other things.
And then she gave our children
to strangers who took care of them,
and I got just nothing,
no money, no goods,
as just a beggars.
This is the way
Kemppainen sung his sad story
with broken heart and mind,
and kissed his bottle
to be able to speak more fluently.
- Tr. Timo Kinnunen - |
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Hiski Salomaa |
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Hiski Salomaa |
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Hiski Salomaa was one of those young Finnish people who went to the USA in the very beginning of 1900's. Fist he worked as a tailor, but later he began to make songs, and sing them at Halls. |
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In English:
Once also I was invited to
Mrs. Dahlmann's famous party
it was a real party, indeed!
The night with no sorrows,
just because sorrows were angry
to everybody present.
There were drinks, all kinds,
and we played little cards, too.
No wonder that we all have
an incredibly terrible DAGENEFTER now -
Thanks to Mrs. Dahlmanns party.
All guests arranged a little surprise
to Mrs. Dahlmann.
And their children fell asleep to the
corners of rooms in the house.
Mrs. Dahlmann's dog
began to bark quests,
and she made drinks to them,
and she gave also to her dog
a little shot of liquor:
as a consequence
her dear Bobby-puppy was
in a mood, too -
say, little more tender-minded.
No wonder that we all have
an incredibly terrible DAGENEFTER now -
Thanks to Mrs. Dahlmanns party.
And the dinner table was so beautiful
with full glasses of wine.
And in the background
a gramophone played a waltz
and soon younger people began to dance.
I asked Mrs. Hill to dance with me,
while other guests took more drinks
and bites of herring from Norway.
No wonder that we all have
an incredibly terrible DAGENEFTER now -
Thanks to Mrs. Dahlmanns party.
It was almost daylight
when I began to celebrate, too.
We helped Mrs. Dalmnann to
stand up again from the floor,
and we decided together to buy
her a new lamp.
And then we took a couple of
hot dogs, and ice cream,
and little beer, too.
No wonder that we all have
an incredibly terrible DAGENEFTER now -
Thanks to Mrs. Dahlmanns party.
- Tr. Timo Kinnunen -
In Finnish:
Minä kutsun sain kerran kesteihin
Mrs. Dahlmanin nimipäiväpaarteihin
ei ilot siellä sinä yönä puuttuneet
sillä surut oli kaikille suuttuneet.
Siellä juomia oli monta sorttia,
pelattiinpa hieman myös korttia.
Eihän ihme ole ollu
jos kohmelo on tullu
tuolla Dahlmanin illallispaarteissa.
Paartivi eraat ne Dahlmanin yllätti
lapset nurkkihin nukku että pyllähti
koira vieraita alkoi myös haukkua,
itse Dahlmanni tarjosi naukkuja
Pikku tuikun anto koiranki huulelle
tuli Bobbykin jo paremmalle tuulelle.
Eihän ihme ole ollut
jos kohmelo on tullu
sille Dahlmanin illallispaarteissa.
Juhlap&o uml;ytä oli kauniiksi laitettu
ja viinit oli lasihin jo kaadettu
siellä gramofoni soitteli valssia
ja nuoremmat alkoi myös tanssia.
Minä tanssihin pyysin Mrs. Hilliä
toiset joivat ja söivät Norjan silliä.
Eihän ihme ole ollut
jos kohmelo on tullu
tuolla Dahlmanin illallispaarteissa.
Ja se aamuyö oli vasta reilua
koska minäkin jo aloin siellä heilua
Mrs. Dahlmanni ylös vielä nostettiin
ja se pöytälamppu lahjaks sille ostettiin
Hot Dogsit, Ice Cream syötiin viel'
ja Beerillä kostutettiin kiel'.
Eihän ihme ole ollut
jos kohmelo on tullu
tuolla Dahlmanin illallispaarteissa.
- Hiski Salomaa - |
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Hiski Salomaa |
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Hiski Salomaa |
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2.2MB |
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Hiski Salomaa - one of those poor young men who went to The USA in the very beginning of 1900's, and soon strated to sing at Halls, and who also recorded many of his song. |
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In English:
You may call me just
byt the name of Riika,
I'm not an old maiden,
despite I'm 52 years old,
Emil says: you are still
like a child.
I'm working at daytime,
washing cloths, cleaning floors,
making such kind of
work to the high society.
Five bucks and ten cents, that is
you can get money from there
per a day,
Hence, I dont have to work
to bitter ladies,
to be one of their employed girls.
I carrry near all of my dollars
to bank,
and I have still money for food,
And I have still money for
a bone to our soap.
Emil brings the rest of money
for everything else we need.
I wish that Emil
would marry with me.
Perhaps it would be
a great pleasure.
But I do not care much of
children -
one would be just enough.
I shall build
a little home
notwithstanding ho much
I shall travel from East to West
there in The West.
But marriage should be
a pleasure, and I could
avoid to go to the Brocken.
Then I could have
a servant boy of my own.
look at me:
soon I'm as old as a donkey!
And it could be too heavy
to stand to be
still an employed girl!
I shall buy a little cabin
from the old country
behind overseas -
I don't like very much
of this country.
There I would just lay
on the shore of a lake
of my own.
- Tr. Timo Kinnunen -
In Finnish:
Nimeni on minun Riika
enk' oo mikään vanhapiika,
ikäni on viisikaks,
Eemil sannoo: olen kuin laps'.
Ainai käyn minä päivätöissä,
pyykkiä myös pesemässä,
herroille vain puuhamass',
lattioita kuuramass'.
rililitiuitu...< br>
Neljää taalaa kymmenen senttii
saapi sieltä päiväs jenttii.
Ei minun tartvitse piikaamass'
olla ämmiä ruusamass'.
Taalat vien minä kaikki pankkiin,
siihen sivuss' leipää hankkii -
palkoist' saan vielä soppaluun,
Eemil laittaa kaiken muun.
rililitiuitu...
Ah, jos Eemeli minut naisi,
niin ehkäpä ilon irti saisi -
mutt' lapsia en laittaisi,
ei kai se yksi kyllä haittaisi.
Kodin pienen laitan tänne,
vaikka kuinka laahaan Lännen,
silloin mulla ilo ois',
kun vaan pääsis kyöpelistä pois.
rililitiuitu...
Sitte sais' olla oma paashi -
kohta olen vanha kuin aasi!
raskasta on liiaksi,
ruveta ennää piiaksi!
Torpan ostan vanhasta maasta,
en minä tykkää tästä maasta,
siellä kellisin kesällä sannalla,
kauniilla järven rannalla.
- Hiski Salomaa - |
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Hiski Salomaa |
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Hiski Salomaa |
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Aleksis Kivi lived 10.10.1834-31.12.1872, and this is one of his poems I like very much. It has been published after his death, and it has been written probably between 1860-1870. |
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Oli mulla kulta kaunoinen
Ja iloinen kuin aamu;
Eikä muistoistani koskaan men
Se tyyni taivaanhaamu.
Viel kuolon maassakin
mun korvissani kaikuu
Äänensä lempeä.
Kuni kannel länsituules soi,
Niin ääni kauniin immen,
Unet ihmeelliset mulle toi
Se heljä ääni lemmen,
Sen kuulen vielä
muiston mennehestä maailmast,
Riutuen kuulen sen.
Hetken Paimelasta muistan ain,
Kun pilvi synkee pauhas,
Pian päivä toki voiton sai
Ja heljän helmans aukas
Ja pohjannummen niitult
himmeältä kuului
Impeni huuhellus.
Oi muistelenpa hetkee ankaraa -
Oi muisto pyhä aina! -;
Tuol Kauniasten ahoilla
Ma seisoin sunnuntaina,
Ja kaukahaalla huokailivat
torninkellot -
Kultani kuollut oil.
Impi lausui kuoltessaan:
Pois taivaan maahan lähden
Murheemm' riensi kyynelvirtahaan
Tuon taivaan immen tähden,
Mut taivaan murhe kyynelistä
leimahteli,
P olttaen autuaast.
- Aleksis Kivi -
10.10.1834-31.12.1872 |
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Aleksis Kivi |
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| Composer: |
Timo Kinnunen |
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3.2MB |
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Elias Lönnrot collected most of The Finnish poems which has been popularly been known as Kanteletar. The main main concern of those poems is the ordinary life which people lived in those distant days. |
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In Finnish:
Kun mie saisin Savosta naida
Joroisista juohatella
Minä naisin kolme naista:
yhen naisin nuoren naisen,
toisen naisin vanhan naisen,
kolmannen kasatun naisen.
yhen naisin nuoren naisen,
ja kolmannen kasatun naisen.
Nuoren nuotalle panisin,
vanhan vaattehen tekohon,
kasatun kiven etehen,
kasatun kiven etehen.
Nuor' ois' nuotalla parempi,
vanha vaattehen teossa,
kasattu kiven eessä,
kasattu kiven eessä.
- Trad. -
Kanteletar
In English:
Just let me marry women
far from Savolax county,
Surely I charm most girls there
in Jorois, and elsewhere,too.
Just let me marry three ones:
One young, one old, one for fun.
the last one put together
from remain staff, and carbage.
Rejected as a carbage,
owing not much value.
The young one is a labourer,
keep fishing with a seine,
the old one just for light work,
keep sewing cloths, and cooking,
the third one, without value,
keep hanging around in homeyard,
keep rolling on all idle,
all duties light and routine.
And which are light and easy
and which are just for nothing.
- Timo Kinnunen - |
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Trad. |
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Timo Kinnunen |
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This is very old folk song ben composed by Aksel Törnudd at the very beginning of 1900, and it was recorder first in 1913 - that is - almost a hundred years ago. I have recorded my own version in 1970's, accompanying me with a concert piano, and this was definitely one-take, and it was recorded by a simple c-cassette recorder. |
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In Finnish:
Meripoikki meit valjelkkon daevas,
vaevaloene o elämäm dääl'
ko me ansaitte leippätäm laevas
kaukans seilaile valdmeren bääl'.
Kon duul puhku ja aallo nep pauha,
sillo meill alka armoton dyä,
sillo miehill ei suadakka rauha
olkkom päev sitt taikk syyspimi yä.
Silloin gokkiki märsraagal huakka
eik pääs piilohom bannutes taa.
Sillo ei kerjet laittama ruakka,
mutt ko vyätäm mep piukota vaa.
Vede vallas on skandäkk ja reeling,
ja mek kiipusta reivama gaikk,
kapten huutta:
"Hei haala po jeeling."
Se on dylkki ja totinen baikk.
Hän saa mielelläs huutta ja käski,
kyll hän leppy, gon kaikk o
"ol reitt".
Ja meill syätetäm bauij, voit ja fläski
ja meill annetam dyyny ja peitt.
Ja ko haminan bäästä sitt kerra
ja saat ranttaha astia nokk.
niin me itten dee fiiniks ko herra,
mennä maihin ja ollan
"duu blokk".
Meit o hent joka maailma loukos,
niingo hyvi sen ymmärrät kyl.
Niit o musti ja kredliinei joukos,
semssi konei ol paittaka yl.
Paras hent mei o Suamemaas sendä,
händ ei goska me unhotta voi.
Hänelp preivei meild yhtmitta lendä,
hänel silkki ja kultta met toi.
Meripoikki meit valjelkkon daevas,
vaevaloene on elämäm dääll!
Paras sendä on ollaksem laevas,
ko mes seilaile valdmeren bääl'.
- Aksel Törnudd -
- Hj. Nortamo -
In English:
God bless us
we're sailors.
Our life is so rough
at sea.
We earn our daily bread
far away at overseas.
When a storm begins,
waves grow high,
then ve have a heavy duty.
One cannot have just rest,
whether is was daytime,
or darkest night.
You can see cook
doing hard work
among others,
and he cannot hide
behind his pots.
There is no time
to cook, but instead
we must stand
with our hunger.
There is water everywhere
at the deck, and
we must reef all sails
and captain yells:
"Haala po jeeling"!
It is a serious situation,
with no jokes.
Let him keep yelling,
because he becomes
calm again, when all things
are All Right.
And we'll get lot of food,
again, and we'll get to sleep.
And when we get to harbor,
and get our ship to the shore.
We get out best suits on,
got to the shore, and
we are just
"duu blokk".
You can see us everywhere,
and you know that, for sure.
There are black and lilac ones,
and such ones
who never wear a shirt.
But we feel best in Finland,
and we cannot forget it.
And we send a plenty of
thick letters to her,
and she gets much silk,
and gold, too.
- Timo Kinnunen - |
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| Lyrics Author: |
Hj. Nortamo |
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| Composer: |
Aksel Törnudd |
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4.4MB |
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Alfred Tanner was a famous varietee artist in Finland at the beginning of 1900's. I like his songs, and I used to listen to them much during my childhood. |
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In Finnish:
Lyhtyjä kiikku, orsilla riippu,
jouko ain' paisu,
fiiniä oli, tarhasta tuli
viehkeä haisu.
Janne se kans' haitarians
pruuvas jo täällä
pä&au ml;llä tynnyrin,
haitulitii.
Tyt&oum l;t oli puettu kukkasin,
oli poijatkin panneet
nappins' kiinn',
varttuivat alkuu
suu messingillä, millä mielessä
haitulitii.
Janne kun veti
haitarist' heti
halitilitulitaalaa,
h&au ml;ltä se kävi,
kaikki sen näki,
boston kun skaalaa,
himmeä valo
lyhdyssä palo
tunnetta nosti,
koski jäseniin,
haitulitii.
Suutarkin morjens'
sano lestilleen,
ja tarhaan riensi
hän perheineen,
eukolleen hihkas
ett' tuuppas' kerran
herrasi kanssa
yks' haitulitii.
- A. Tanner -
In English:
There were lanterns hanging
at roosts,
and more folk stepping in
this poultry yard,
from where it was just
sweet smell spreading around.
Jack was just starting play
his simple accordion
sitting on a tiny barrel.
Hey to lay tii.
Girls had some flowers
in their hair
and boys had
their best suits on
An they were all smiling
and thinking some pleasant
thoughts in their mind.
Hey to lay tii.
And the Jack took some notes
from his accordion:
hey to lay tii da-daa.
And everybody could hear
that he knew
pretty well
his Boston style.
And that dim light coming from
hanging lanterns
made them feel fine.
And they danced that
they felt some pain
in their legs, too.
And shoemaker had left his work,
too,
and come to the poultry yard
with his wife.
And he said her:
Now, my dear, would you come,
please,
and dance with you master
one damned dance -
hey to lay tii.
- Timo Kinnunen - |
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| Lyrics Author: |
Alfred Tanner |
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