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A Pennsylvania Dutch Folk Song

"Three Weeks before Easter" (karaoke)

"Three Weeks before Easter" (sheet music)


Drei Wochen ver Oschdren,

Do geht der Schnee weck;

Do heiert mei Schetzel,

Do hawwich en Dreck!

 

Die hab ich geliebet,

Was hawwich dervun,

Ball hawwich en Schetzel,

Ball hawwich zum Tschun!

 

Was helft mir mein Graasen,

Wann mei Sickel net schneidt?

Was helft mir mein Schetzel,

Wann's bei mir net bleibt?

 

Bald graas ich mein Gaarden,

Bald graas ich am Rhein,

Ball hawwich en Schetzel,

Ball hawwich aa kein.

 

Drei Roosen im Gaarden,

Drei Veglin im Wald,

Der Summer iss lieblich,

Der Winder iss kalt.

 

En aldes Paar Oxen

Un en schwarzi brauni Kuh.

Das gibt mir mein Vodder

Wann ich heiraden duh.

 

So gibt er mir's nicht,

So heiraaden sie aa nicht;

Oh, Bei, Bei, mein Schetzel,

Un saag es ihm's nicht!

 

Hab Hawwern gedroschen

Hab Lilien geseet,

En manniches schee Meedel

Im Dans gedreht.

 

Im Wattshaus datt drowwen

Datt schteht einen Disch,

Noo rabblen die Glesser,

Noo drinken mir frisch!

 

'S waar aageneemt im Badalyen,

Datt geht es luschdich zu;

Noo dansen die Meedlen,

Noo glappere die Schuh!

 

Three weeks before Easter

The snow is all gone,

Then my sweetheart gets married,

And I'm all alone.

 

I loved her so truly;

I do love her yet;

But an unfaithful sweetheart

Is all I did get.

 

What's the use of mowing

If my sickel won't shear?

What's the use of a sweetheart

If she will not stay here?

 

Soon I'll mow in my garden;

I'll mow till I'm done;

Soon I'll have a sweetheart,

And soon I'll have none.

 

Three roses in the garden;

Three birds in the trees;

In summer it's lovely;

In winter you freeze.

 

An old team of oxen

And a chocolate cow,

My father will give me

If I marry right now.

 

If he doesn't give them,

I can't marry you;

But I'll stay with a sweetheart

And not tell him who.

 

I've harvested my oats fields;

My lentils I've sown;

I've swung on the dance floor

Many a girl of my own.

 

Up there in the tavern

Stands a table, I'm told,

Where the glasses are rattling

As we drink ourselves cold.

 

It was fun at Battalion;

We enjoyed ourselves fine;

Our girlfriends kept dancing,

And the shoes kept the time.


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