On that the woman began and sang,
“I’ve sent my husband away from me
To the Göckerli hill in Italy.”
Thereupon the parson sang,
“I wish ’twas a year before he came back,
I’d never ask him for the laurel-leaf sack.”
Hallelujah.
Then the gossip who was in the background began to sing (but I ought to tell you the peasant was called Hildebrand), so the gossip sang,
“What art thou doing, my Hildebrand dear,
There on the bench by the stove so near?”
Hallelujah.
And then the peasant sang from his basket,
“All singing I ever shall hate from this day,
And here in this basket no longer I’ll stay.”
Hallelujah.
And he got out of the basket, and cudgelled the parson out of the house.