Lyrics of Møllerens Datter - Gartnerlosjen

Møllerens Datter (original)

Hun stod og luktet som mel
Og hadde små hvite krøller
Kanskje ikke så underlig
Siden faren var møller
Men han var riktig så ufin
Han var ussel og sleip
Han ville at datter’n
Skulle bli en gedigen kneip
Hun var som en tørr og hvit Gud
Havre, bygg, hvete, ris og rug
Hun var som en tørr og hvit Gud
Havre, bygg, hvete, ris og
Og rug
Rug
Her måtte noe gjøres
Og det litt faderlig fort
Så, mens far satte deigen
Førte jeg henn bort
Jeg holdt henne hvet
I ti dager og netter
Og da hun ga meg sin hånd
Fikk jeg kysse hennes to små baguetter

(translation)

She stood and smelled like flour
And had little white curls
Perhaps not so strange
Since the father was a miller
But he was really that unsophisticated
He was mean and sneaky
He wanted to the daughter
Was going to be a real hit
She was like a dry and white God
Oats, barley, wheat, rice and rye
She was like a dry and white God
Oats, barley, wheat, rice and
And rye
Rye
Something had to be done here
And it's pretty darn fast
So, while Dad was putting the dough
I took her away
I kept her white
For ten days and nights
And when she gave me her hand
Did I kiss her two small baguettes