In the pot I shall melt each sliver.
“Oho, oho, aha, aha, oho!
Bellows blow,
Brighten the glow!
“Far in the woodlands wild and fair,
’Mid the thickets, a tree felled I;
I have burned the brown ash into coal,
On the hearth I have piled it high.
“Oho, oho, aha, aha, oho!
Bellows blow,