Songs

Solen skinner i Naboens Gaard,
Sunshine over the neighbouring yard,
Husene ere saa lave,
The houses are so low,
Gaarden har Plads til en Mødding kun
The yard only has room for a dunghill,
og en trealens Have.
and a garden of trees.
Haven er i sin egen Maner,
The garden has a way of its own,
den har slet ingen Gange;
It has no paths at all,
men den ejer een Stikkelsbær-Busk, der er saa god som saa mange.
but it has one gooseberry shrub, as good as any other.
Mutter i Dag har næstendeels skjult baade Mødding og Have,
Today, mother has nearly hidden both dunghill and garden,
thi sine Sengklæder paa et Stillads har hun i Solen, den Brave!
for she has put her bedding on a scaffold in the sun,
Ungerne sole sig si ogsaa lidt,
the brave one!
ligge paa Dyne og Pude,
The children are sunbathing too,
hver har i Haanden et Smørrebrød, som de fortære derude;
laying on blankets and pillows,
Smørret smelter i Solens Brand, - Søvnen over dem daler,
each with a pastry in their hands, which they are eating,
Gaardhanen stikker sit Hoved frem,
The butter is melting in the flame of the sun,
bryster sig stolt og galer.
Sleep falls over them,