Sara - Triakel

Jag tog mig en hustru och ho hette Sara

Pompa pompa pomfarallanlara

Men det ska ni tro

Var ett syndastraffets mara

Pompa pompa pomfarallanra

En näsa ho hade så lång som ett hackspett

Och munnen var bred som Atlantiska haver

Å håret var rött så det fräste för vatten

Men om det i det har vart’n kam vete katten

Å fötter så stora som Brohulta bärde

Men uti bena fanns ej mycket värde

Jo en pojke vi fick

Men han dog med detsamma

Och det var ju bra

För han liknade sin mamma

Och inom åtta dagar sådog a

Odet var ju bra för hin håle han tog a

Å vad jag var gla när jag feck a ner i grava

Men mest synd det var om gammärra

Som sku dra na

I took a wife and her name was Sara

Pompa pompa pomfarallanlara

But you will believe it

Be a mara of the penalty of sin

Pompa pompa pomfarallanra

A nose female was as long as a woodpecker

And the mouth was as wide as the Atlantic Ocean

Oh, the hair was red so it rustled for water

But if it has been a comb, the cat knows

On the feet as big as Brohulta carried

But there was not much value in the legs

Yes, a boy we got

But he died immediately

And that was good

Because he looked like his mother

And within eight days sowed a

The ode was good for the hole he took a

Oh what I was glad when I got a down in the grave

But most pity it was about old age

Som sku dra na