Värttinä

Tumala

(Music: S. Kaasinen – Words: S. & M. Kaasinen, trad.)

Olis mulla poika sulle
hiukan sanomista.
Sen mie kuiskin kahen kesken,
jos se on mahollista.

Tokkopa tohit miule tulla
talonpitäjäksi,
pienen mökin iloksi
ja karjanhoitajaksi.

“Tumala, tumala, tumala ko kolena
tumala, tumala kolena.”

Hiukan se mökki ahdas lie,
ja tiekin on pitkänlainen,
silti se meijät yhteen vie,
vaikk onkin vajavainen.

Tumala….

En oo koskaan rouvastellu
lankkisaappahissa,
vaan tallustelu virsuissa, ja
sarkavaattehissa.

En oo päätäin kammannu,
en liikoja silitelly.
En oo liioin muita poikii
viereen vikitelly.

Tumala….

Mull on lehmät nutipäitä,
sarvekas on mulli,
läävä täysi lampaita, ja
pässin nimi Julli.

Sika sekä porsaita,
ja pari vasikoita.
Eikö syki sydämesi
aatellessa noita?

Tumala…

Jollet sä usko sanojain,
ja sydäntäs et anna,
itseppä sitten mullit syötän,
elä huolta kanna.

Tumala….


Come here boy and listen to me,
There’s something I want to tell you.
I’ll whisper it when we’re alone,
If only you will let me.

How about if you came to me
To be master of the household,
Bringing joy to my little cottage,
And looking after the cattle?

Tumala, tumala, tumala ko kolena,
tumala, tumala kolena.

The cottage may be a little small,
And the road is long and weary,
It will nevertheless bring us together again
Poor though I am and lowly.

Tumala….

You’ll never catch me preening myself
In brigthly polished boots.
For I go my way in birch-bark slippers
And clothes of simple cloth.

You’ll never catch me combing my hair
and seldom find me stroking it,
And you will not often find me
Making eyes at the other boys.

Tumala…

I have cows with the smoothest brows,
And a bull with horns as well,
A barn that is full of woolly sheep
And a ram by the name of Julli.

A pig and some little piglets too,
And a couple of calves in the cowshed.
Doesn’t the very thought of them
Set your heart beating wildly?

Tumala…

If you refuse to believe my words,
And deny me your heart,
Then I’ll just go on feeding the bullock
So don’t trouble your head about it.

Tumala…