Helped by a good year
My suit of clothes was fine
It was with a light and joyous nature
That I deceived women
But I desired an untidy woman
Since a couple of cows were her dowry
And she left me in hardship
And my fair skin without a shirt

If you wore a good suit at that time
Maybe it wasn't your own
You were not married a week
When the neighbor man came calling
You sold my goods
That and indeed more
You left me in poverty
And without a stitch on me at night

My lads, my lads
Those of you who are unmarried
Don't lust after the untidy women
According to how they are fixed up
Better for you, a clean girl
Who will constantly sweep
Not just clean out the week's
Horrid dirt on Sunday

Helped by a good year
My suit of clothes was fine
It was with a light and joyous nature
That I deceived women
But I desired an untidy woman
Since a couple of cows were her dowry
And she left me in hardship
And my fair skin without a shirt