“Three Weeks before Easter” Sheet Music (pdf).
“Three Weeks before Easter” (Pennsylvania Dutch) Karaoke (midi with lyrics).
“Three Weeks before Easter” (English) Karaoke (midi with lyrics).
A Pennsylvania Dutch Folk Song.
A Song of the Tavern.
Three weeks passed Ozhdren,
The snow wakes up;
There’s more Schetzel,
You hawwich and Dirt!
I loved her
Was hawwich of it,
Ball hawwich and Schetzel,
Ball hawwich to Chun!
What good is my grazing
If more sickle does not cut?
What does my sketch help me with,
When does it stay with me?
Soon I’ll graze my garden
Soon I’ll be grazing by the Rhine
Ball hawwich and Schetzel,
ball hawwich aa no.
Three roses in the garden,
three veglin in the forest,
The summer eats lovely,
The wind eats cold.
And old Pair of Oxen
Un en blacki browni cow.
That gives me my vodder
when i get married duh
So he doesn’t give it to me
So they don’t marry;
Oh, bei, bei, my Schetzel,
And don’t tell him!
Threshed Hawwern
Have seen Lilien,
And manniches shit Meedel
Shot in Dans.
In Wattshaus that drowwen
That’s a dish,
Noo the Glesser rattle,
Noo drink me fresh!
It’s true im Badalyen,
That’s what it’s all about;
Noo dancing that Meedlen,
Noo glappere the shoes!
Three weeks before Easter, the snow is all gone.
Then, my sweetheart gets married, and I’m all alone.
I loved her so truly; I do love her yet.
But an unfaithful sweetheart is all I did get.
What’s the use of mowing if my sickel won’t shear?
What’s the use of a sweetheart if she will not stay here?
Soon, I’ll mow in my garden; I’ll mow till I’m done.
Soon, I’ll have a sweetheart, and, soon, I’ll have none.
Three roses in the garden, three birds in the trees,
In summer, it’s lovely; in winter, you freeze.
An old team of oxen and a chocolate cow,
My father will give me if I marry right now.
If he doesn’t give them, I can’t marry you.
But I’ll stay with a sweetheart and not tell him who.
I’ve harvested my oats fields; my lentils I’ve sown.
I’ve swung on the dance floor many a girl of my own.
Up there in the tavern stands a table, I’m told,
Where the glasses are rattling as we drink ourselves cold.
It was fun at Battalion. We enjoyed ourselves fine.
Our girlfriends kept dancing, And the shoes kept the time.
