Jeppe—Jeppe is not so stupid as you think. I have also made a song about the shoemaker which runs thus:
The Shoemaker with his fiddle and his drum, Philebom, Philebom.
Jakob—Why, you fool, that's a song for fiddlers.
Jeppe—Yes, sure enough. Look here, Jakob. Give me another dram!
Jakob—Good, now I can see that you are a fine fellow and don't begrudge my house an honest penny.
Jeppe—Hey, Jakob! Just give me for tuppence.
Jakob—Very well!
Jeppe (sings again)—
The earth drinks up the water,
The sea drinks up the sun;
The sun drinks up the ocean,
Everything drinks in this world.
Why should I not then
Drink with all the rest?
Jakob—Your health, Jeppe!