There was just a dance at the dairyman's place
when a dozen guys arrived from town.
What gaping and gossiping there was!
Some approved of them, others mocked them.
But one of them I must have impressed;
he started immediately to ask me questions:
Who I was, if I liked him,
because I would suit him perfectly.
"With your hair and your teeth
I'm desperately in love already," he said.
"Come, look at me and love me too,
take me for your husband, and don't say no."

'T were quite possible, you town boy,
but you've got enough girls in town.
They have smaller feet and hands more tender,
have hair more beautiful and whiter teeth.
But there is one thing the people of town are lacking.
It's not reputation and it's not money.
Listen to me, what I'm telling you,
and then spare me your questions.
The town girls and town boys
are often sweeter than a sugar beet.
They like to kiss and are fiery,
but a heart, that feels love, they have not.