Värttinä

Sepän Poika / The Blacksmith’s Son

(Music: Varilo – Words: Kiiskinen)

tulisiko tummalla paatilla purjestuulella
tulisiko uuen kullan kotia 
tulisiko hiljaa liukuisi rannalle
tulisiko uuen kullan kotia

tulisiko sinne sänkyvaatteet silikistä
tulisiko uuen kullan kotia 
tulisiko hiljaa liukuisi rannalle
tulisiko uuen kullan kotia

juttuämmäin paha oli olla oli olla
kun ei ne tienny justihin
sillonkin oli paha oli olla oli olla
kun ei ne tienny justihin

niin mitä tulisi ne ämmät ulisi
niin mitä tulisi aijaijaijaijaija

tulisiko sepän poika kulta kainalossa
tulisiko uuen kullan kotia 
tulisiko tummalla paatilla purjestuulella
tulisiko uuen kullan kotia

juttuämmäin paha oli olla oli olla
kun ei ne tienny justihin
sillonkin oli paha oli olla oli olla
kun ei ne tienny justihin

niin mitä tulisi ne ämmät ulisi
niin mitä tulisi aijaijaijaijaija


Would he come with a fair wind, in his black boat?
Come to the home of his new sweetheart? 
Would he sail in silently, gliding to the shore?
Come to the home of his new sweetheart?

Would he come with bed sheets made of silk?
Come to the home of his new sweetheart? 
Would he sail in silently, gliding to the shore?
Come to the home of his new sweetheart?

Such a bother it was for the gossiping crones –
that they didn’t know what was going on.
Yes, such a bother it was for them
that they didn’t know what was going on.

“What’s this, what’s this?” shrieked the old crones,
“What’s this, what’s this? Ai-ai-ai-ai…!”

Would the blacksmith’s son come with bright gold?
Come to the home of his new sweetheart? 
Would he come with a fair wind, in his black boat?
Come to the home of his new sweetheart?

Such a bother it was for the gossiping crones –
they didn’t know what was going on.
Yes, such a bother it was for them
that they didn’t know what was going on.

“What’s this, what’s this?” shrieked the old crones,
“What’s this, what’s this? Ai-ai-ai-ai…!”