Jakob—We don't care for any old sayings here, Jeppe! If you won't pay in advance you'll not get a drop. We have sworn off trusting anybody, even the overseer himself.
Jeppe (weeping)—Can't you trust me, I am an honest man?
Jakob—No credit, Jeppe.
Jeppe—Take the money then, you rascal!. Now it is done, drink now, Jeppe! (drinks). Ah! that feels good.
Jakob—Yes, that's the kind of stuff to warm a fellow's inside!
Jeppe—The best thing about whiskey is that it gives a man such spirit. Now I think neither of my wife nor Master Erik, so changed have I become after the last glass. Do you know this song, Jakob? (Sings.)
Little Kirsten and Herr Peder they sat at the table, Peteheia,
A spoke so many a jesting word, Polemeia.
In the summer sing the merry starling, Peteheia,
May the devil take Nille, the wicked wench, Polemeia,
I took a walk in bright green wood, Peteheia,
The sexton, he is a rascally dog, Polemeia,
I seated myself on my dapple gray horse, Peteheia,
The sexton, he is a downright beast, Polemeia,
But, if you will know the name of my wife, ——!
I wrote that song myself, Jakob!
Jakob—The devil you did!