Tae Sest Ekki Satari Mey
Thad lenti i dratti
Ad modir min mig atti
Thvi hun var svo giskid grey
En laknrinn var sottur
Og loksins ol hun dottur
Og thad sest ekki satari mey
En pabbi var sjaalfur
A sjonum alltaf halfur
Svo hann gat ekki lengur sagt nei
Fyrst var hann mjog sleginn
En seinna sagdi hann feginn
Ad thad sest ekki satari mey
Satari mey
Satari mey
Nei thad sest ekki satari mey
Og fyrr en mig vardi
Hver strakur a mig stardi
Eins og stelpur a gleym-mer-ei
Their foru ad skjalfa
Og sogdu vid sig sjalfa
Hun er sorglega stygg
En mjog trygg, ad eg hygg
Og thad sest ekki satari mey
Eg lardi i bernsku
Ad blikkaa finni ensku
Og min songrodd var sweet and gay
En vestur a landi
Eg lenti i hjonabandi
Thad er sorglegt fyrir sidpruda mey
Hann lagdi i sinn vana
Ad elska Amerikana
Svo eg kyssti hann og sagdi ok
En illt var i efni
Hann var odamala i svefni
Og tha reyndist hann, ramm islenskt grey
Islenskt grey
Islenskt grey
Sem asadist islenska mey
En nu er onnur oldin
Eg dansa kat a kvoldin
Og thiy kalla mig gleym-mer-ei
Og piltarnir their skjalfa
Their segja vid sig sjalfa
Nei, thu setydir mer blossandi ast
Thvilikt hnoss!
Thvi thad sest ekki satari mey
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There is no sweeter girl
It was quite a delay
When my mother had me
But then she's such a slender sort
The doctor was fetched
And finally her daughter was born
And none had ever seen a sweeter girl
My father spent usually
His time at sea half-drunk
But he could not deny me
At first he was rather shocked
But then he said, relieved
None shall ever see a sweeter girl
Such a sweet girl
Such a sweet girl
There is no sweeter girl
Before I knew it
Every boy would gaze at me
As girls gaze at Forget-Me-Nots
They'd shiver
And say to themselves
She's hard to get -
But very loyal, I think
And there is no sweeter girl
I learned quite early
To speak proper English
And my song was sweet and gay
But while out west
I stumbled into marriage
It was sad for such a nice girl
He was used to
Loving American girls
So I kissed him and said ok
Then I discovered deceit
When he spoke in his sleep
And I found out, he was very Icelandic after all
Just a poor Icelander
Just a poor Icelander
Who wanted an Icelandic girl
Everything has since changed
Now I go dancing every night
And boys call me Forget-Me-Not
And they shiver
They say to themselves
No, you send me currents of love
Such luck!
Since there is no sweeter girl.