The Jolly coppersmith
(Den lustige kopparslagaren)

				T: Okänd
				M: C. Peter

I am the Jolly Coppersmith, no one from care is freer,
So long as I have cash to treat myself to beer,
I am the happiest man on earth and sing both loud and long,
While each stroke of my hammer keeps time to my jovial song.
La la la la la la la la la la la la la, etc.

And while I mend the pots and pans my sweetheart passes by,
And peeps thro' the window with looks so bright and sly,
The sunshine of her glances makes me happy as a king,
I care for no one, no not I, and that is why I sing.
La la la la la la la la la la la la la, etc.

And when my long day's work is done, the moments quickly pass,
I sing to my sweetheart and empty many a glass,
Thus day by day the hours roll by, to me dull care's a myth,
I want no prouder title than The Jolly Coppersmith!
La la la la la la la la la la la la la, etc.