Møllerens Datter - Gartnerlosjen

Hun stod og luktet som mel

Og hadde små hvite krøller

Kanskje ikke så underlig

Siden faren var møller

Men han var riktig så ufin

Han var ussel og sleip

Han ville at datter’n

Skulle bli en gedigen kneip

Hun var som en tørr og hvit Gud

Havre, bygg, hvete, ris og rug

Hun var som en tørr og hvit Gud

Havre, bygg, hvete, ris og

Og rug

Rug

Her måtte noe gjøres

Og det litt faderlig fort

Så, mens far satte deigen

Førte jeg henn bort

Jeg holdt henne hvet

I ti dager og netter

Og da hun ga meg sin hånd

Fikk jeg kysse hennes to små baguetter

She stood and smelled like flour

And had little white curls

Perhaps not so strange

Since the father was a miller

But he was really that unsophisticated

He was mean and sneaky

He wanted to the daughter

Was going to be a real hit

She was like a dry and white God

Oats, barley, wheat, rice and rye

She was like a dry and white God

Oats, barley, wheat, rice and

And rye

Rye

Something had to be done here

And it's pretty darn fast

So, while Dad was putting the dough

I took her away

I kept her white

For ten days and nights

And when she gave me her hand

Did I kiss her two small baguettes