When I want to go into my garden
In order to water my onions,
There's a hunchbacked little man standing there
Who begins to sneeze.

When I want to go into my kitchen
In order to cook my soup,
There's a hunchbacked little man standing there
Who has broken my pot.

When I want to go into my parlour
In order to eat my cereal,
There's a hunchbacked little man standing there
Who has already eaten half of it.

 ... 

If I sit down at my spinning wheel
In order to spin my thread,
There's a hunchbacked little man standing there
Who prevents my wheel from turning.

If I go into my chamber
In order to make my bed,
There's a hunchbacked little man standing there
Who begins to laugh.

When I kneel down beside my bench
In order to pray a bit,
There's a hunchbacked little man standing there
Who begins to speak:

"Dear little child, ah, I beg,
Pray as well for the little hunchbacked man."