B. 131. The Taylor’s Son
(From Leipe)
Translated by Ed Bernthal
As my father was a tailor,
He made fine trousers for me.
He sewed them quickly,
I tore them quickly,
He soon made me new trousers.
Now don’t I please you dearest?
Look at my new trousers!
They are really nice trousers,
They are really beautiful trousers,
Oh, how well I can dance in them.
Oh, you my most dearest,
Pay for the first dance
Pay for this one
Pay for this one
I will pay for all the others.
No known music.
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