The Swedish language is so beautiful. I have been studying it for several years and I spent some time in that country of wonderful musical talent too. :) EUROPE forever! :D
It's an old Swedish song written in 1971 about a poor farmhand. Not sure that it has a summer feel since it's about being poor and struggling until the day you die. This is one of those songs that more or less every Swede knows since they were a child.
These are the approximate lyrics: I'm a poor farmhand, But I live on, you know Days pass by and come again, As I toil and I hoe Harrowing, sowing, plowing, Shoveling, digging the dirt Behind my oxen walking, Whistling, swearing, it hurts I'm a poor farmhand, And I chew on my snuff And when Saturday comes, I want to get tough Then, when I'm merry, I want to brawl and fight Rest with a girl Would also feel right Then comes Sunday, And our priest does insist, That I should be in church But I mostly resist The priest can sleep through All Monday, it's fair But for a poor farmhand, The work's always there. So goes all the week, Every day and year I go with my scythe, And I plow and I sear I drive my oxen, And I stack up my hay, Harrowing, slogging, laboring, Until I die one day Standing there, poor farmhand, At Heaven's gate A little scared and saddened For the sins on my slate You shouldn't drink, Nor fight nor flirt The Lord God in Heaven, Must be feeling hurt But then says the Lord: Poor farmhand, come near! I've seen your striving And your toil year by year So, poor farmhand, You are welcome here So, poor farmhand, Stay close, never fear And I, poor farmhand, Stand still before God And then He clothes me In the whitest robe Now you, says the Lord, Your work is all done Now you, poor farmhand, Now your rest has begun (Through chatGPT)
This song has to do with Astrid Lindgren (Pippi Longstocking) It's a folk song, and in the end, it's rather sad! I am a poor peasant, But I'm still alive Days come and go, While I knuckle down Harrows, harrows and ploughs, Mocking, digging and carrying Goes behind my oxen, Shouting, whistling and swearing I am a poor peasant, And I chew my snuff And when Saturday comes, Do I want to get spirits? Then, when I was alive, I want to be tamed and fight Rest with a girl I want too, of course Then, the sun comes, And then our priest wants, That I'm going to church But then I mostly sleep The priest can sleep All Monday, though For a poor peasant, Starting the knuckle again. That's how the whole week goes, All days and years I walk with my scythe, And I plow and sow I drive my oxen And I rake my hay, Harrows, gnomes and thralls, And finally I will die Standing there, poor peasant, Next to Heaven's Gate A little scared and sad For the sins I committed One should not drink, Keep up with girls and fight The Lord God in Heaven, Dissatisfied, of course But, then the Lord says: Poor peasant, come here! I have seen your aspiration And your eternal toil Therefore, poor peasant, Are you welcome here? Therefore, poor peasant, When will you be me? And I, poor peasant, Standing so still before God And then he dresses me The most snow-white screw Now you, says the Lord, Is your work done Now you, poor peasant, Now you get to rest!
@@johangunnstedt4268 Herregud, jag vet! Jag skrev Pippi som en referens till Astrid Lindgren för det är det enda som Engelskspråkiga vet om henne! Jag menade INTE att sången var från Pippi Longstocking. 👍
A song from ” Emil in Lönneberga ” by author Astrid Lindgren, a very much loved childrenbook author here in Sweden😊❤️. Loved your reaction as always!! Glad midsommar and have a very nice summer 😍❤️👍🏻..!!
thing is, you have to understand what he is singing about. sure, tommy did it verry well, but the important in this song is the text and what he is sining about
@playagain963 Here is the English translation of the song (Fattig Bonddräng..) POOR PESANT I am a poor peasant but I'm still alive. Days come and go, while I knuckle down, harrows, harrows and ploughs, mochas, digs and bears, go after my oxen, shouting, whistling and swearing. I am a poor peasant and I chew my snuff, and when saturday comes I want to get drunk. Then, when I was alive, I want to be tamed and fight, rest with a girl I want too, of course. Then comes the probe and then our priest wants, that I'm going to the choir but then I mostly sleep. The priest can sleep all monday though for a poor peasant starts the knuckle again. That's how the whole week goes all days and years, I go with my scythe and I plow and sow. I drive my oxen and I rake my hay, harrows, gnomes and thralls, and finally I shall die. Standing there, poor peasant, by heaven's gate, a little scared and less for the sins I have committed. One should not sup, kept with girls and fighting. Lord God in heaven is of course dissatisfied. But then the Lord says: Poor peasant, come here! I have seen your striving and your eternal toil. Therefore, poor peasant, are you welcome here Therefore, poor peasant, when will you be with me And I, poor peasant, stand so still before God, and then he dresses me the most snow-white screw. Now you, says the Lord, is your work done. Now you, poor peasant, now you can rest.
Awesome reaction! I love finding new artists on your channel! This was great. Can you possibly react to Lacuna Coil - In The Mean Time ft. Ash Costello? Without giving too much away, it's like a group therapy song, not like a lamentation, but acceptance that once broken, it's hard to put oneself back together again. I think a lot of us are feeling that. Just a suggestion!
Google translate.. sorry ;) "I am a poor peasant, But I'm still alive Days come and go, While I knuckle down Harrows, harrows and ploughs, Mocking, digging and carrying Goes behind my oxen, Shouting, whistling and swearing I am a poor peasant, And I chew my snuff And when Saturday comes, Do I want to get high? Then, when I was alive, I want to be tamed and fight Rest with a girl I want too, of course Then, the sun comes, And then our priest wants, That I'm going to church But then I mostly sleep The priest can sleep All Monday, though For a poor peasant, Starting the knuckle again. That's how the whole week goes, All days and years I walk with my scythe, And I plow and sow I drive my oxen And I rake my hay, Harrows, gnomes and thralls, And finally I will die Standing there, poor peasant, Next to Heaven's Gate A little scared and sad For the sins I committed One should not sup, Keep up with girls and fight The Lord God in Heaven, Dissatisfied, of course But, then the Lord says: Poor peasant, come here! I have seen your striving And your eternal toil Therefore, poor peasant, Are you welcome here? Therefore, poor peasant, When will you be me? And I, poor peasant, Standing so still before God And then he dresses me The most snow-white screw Now you, says the Lord, Is your work done Now you, poor peasant, Now you get to rest" It is from Emil från Lönneberga of Astrid Lindgren. Glad midsommar!
A very beloved song in Sweeen and Tommy did it more than
justice.❤
A poor, hardworking farmhand tells about his strenous life.
The Swedish language is so beautiful.
I have been studying it for several years and I spent some time in that country of wonderful musical talent too. :)
EUROPE forever! :D
@@azurenojito2251 Welcome! I have to say that I'm so happy I was born in a country where I understand the language.
I just love that the Tommy dressed in leopard print is the one singing as God, welcoming the poor, hardworking farmhand to Heaven. XD
I was thinking the same thing
@@nocturne7371 a Haagel of Valhallah!
It's an old Swedish song written in 1971 about a poor farmhand. Not sure that it has a summer feel since it's about being poor and struggling until the day you die. This is one of those songs that more or less every Swede knows since they were a child.
The song is Poor Farmhand. Written by Astrid Lindgren and Georg Riedel.
These are the approximate lyrics:
I'm a poor farmhand,
But I live on, you know
Days pass by and come again,
As I toil and I hoe
Harrowing, sowing, plowing,
Shoveling, digging the dirt
Behind my oxen walking,
Whistling, swearing, it hurts
I'm a poor farmhand,
And I chew on my snuff
And when Saturday comes,
I want to get tough
Then, when I'm merry,
I want to brawl and fight
Rest with a girl
Would also feel right
Then comes Sunday,
And our priest does insist,
That I should be in church
But I mostly resist
The priest can sleep through
All Monday, it's fair
But for a poor farmhand,
The work's always there.
So goes all the week,
Every day and year
I go with my scythe,
And I plow and I sear
I drive my oxen,
And I stack up my hay,
Harrowing, slogging, laboring,
Until I die one day
Standing there, poor farmhand,
At Heaven's gate
A little scared and saddened
For the sins on my slate
You shouldn't drink,
Nor fight nor flirt
The Lord God in Heaven,
Must be feeling hurt
But then says the Lord:
Poor farmhand, come near!
I've seen your striving
And your toil year by year
So, poor farmhand,
You are welcome here
So, poor farmhand,
Stay close, never fear
And I, poor farmhand,
Stand still before God
And then He clothes me
In the whitest robe
Now you, says the Lord,
Your work is all done
Now you, poor farmhand,
Now your rest has begun
(Through chatGPT)
Love this song and Tommy does a fantastic version ❤
In the livestream he told us, that in the background was a theme from Hollywood playing.
Thought you were Swedish... Thought I heard you say "äsch fan" in the last Tommy reaction.
This song has to do with Astrid Lindgren (Pippi Longstocking)
It's a folk song, and in the end, it's rather sad!
I am a poor peasant,
But I'm still alive
Days come and go,
While I knuckle down
Harrows, harrows and ploughs,
Mocking, digging and carrying
Goes behind my oxen,
Shouting, whistling and swearing
I am a poor peasant,
And I chew my snuff
And when Saturday comes,
Do I want to get spirits?
Then, when I was alive,
I want to be tamed and fight
Rest with a girl
I want too, of course
Then, the sun comes,
And then our priest wants,
That I'm going to church
But then I mostly sleep
The priest can sleep
All Monday, though
For a poor peasant,
Starting the knuckle again.
That's how the whole week goes,
All days and years
I walk with my scythe,
And I plow and sow
I drive my oxen
And I rake my hay,
Harrows, gnomes and thralls,
And finally I will die
Standing there, poor peasant,
Next to Heaven's Gate
A little scared and sad
For the sins I committed
One should not drink,
Keep up with girls and fight
The Lord God in Heaven,
Dissatisfied, of course
But, then the Lord says:
Poor peasant, come here!
I have seen your aspiration
And your eternal toil
Therefore, poor peasant,
Are you welcome here?
Therefore, poor peasant,
When will you be me?
And I, poor peasant,
Standing so still before God
And then he dresses me
The most snow-white screw
Now you, says the Lord,
Is your work done
Now you, poor peasant,
Now you get to rest!
Not Pippi!!! Its Emil i Lönneberga .. The man who sings it is called Alfred (Björn Gustafson)
@@johangunnstedt4268
Herregud, jag vet! Jag skrev Pippi som en referens till Astrid Lindgren för det är det enda som Engelskspråkiga vet om henne!
Jag menade INTE att sången var från Pippi Longstocking. 👍
Thank you! 😊
@@katarsett9384 Here in Germany they changed the name to Michel. So the title was Michel aus Lönneberga. 😊
@@katarsett9384 men det var ett viktigt påpekande för att det framgick inte att det var så. Bara för du vet, så gör inte alla det!
Tommy Körbergs version of this song: ua-cam.com/video/ETuQ8I7YPPQ/v-deo.htmlsi=JT8J917RYElUtk64
A song from ” Emil in Lönneberga ” by author Astrid Lindgren, a very much loved childrenbook author here in Sweden😊❤️. Loved your reaction as always!! Glad midsommar and have a very nice summer 😍❤️👍🏻..!!
thing is, you have to understand what he is singing about. sure, tommy did it verry well, but the important in this song is the text and what he is sining about
Love your passion 💎
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@playagain963 Here is the English translation of the song (Fattig Bonddräng..)
POOR PESANT
I am a poor peasant
but I'm still alive.
Days come and go,
while I knuckle down,
harrows, harrows and ploughs,
mochas, digs and bears,
go after my oxen,
shouting, whistling and swearing.
I am a poor peasant
and I chew my snuff,
and when saturday comes
I want to get drunk.
Then, when I was alive,
I want to be tamed and fight,
rest with a girl
I want too, of course.
Then comes the probe
and then our priest wants,
that I'm going to the choir
but then I mostly sleep.
The priest can sleep
all monday though
for a poor peasant
starts the knuckle again.
That's how the whole week goes
all days and years,
I go with my scythe
and I plow and sow.
I drive my oxen
and I rake my hay,
harrows, gnomes and thralls,
and finally I shall die.
Standing there, poor peasant,
by heaven's gate,
a little scared and less
for the sins I have committed.
One should not sup,
kept with girls and fighting.
Lord God in heaven
is of course dissatisfied.
But then the Lord says:
Poor peasant, come here!
I have seen your striving
and your eternal toil.
Therefore, poor peasant,
are you welcome here
Therefore, poor peasant,
when will you be with me
And I, poor peasant,
stand so still before God,
and then he dresses me
the most snow-white screw.
Now you, says the Lord,
is your work done.
Now you, poor peasant,
now you can rest.
Many errors in this translation but catches the core meaning.
Great reaction and Happy Midsummer!!🌞🍓🇸🇪🤘🤗🎉😊
Tack!
Awesome reaction! I love finding new artists on your channel! This was great. Can you possibly react to Lacuna Coil - In The Mean Time ft. Ash Costello? Without giving too much away, it's like a group therapy song, not like a lamentation, but acceptance that once broken, it's hard to put oneself back together again. I think a lot of us are feeling that. Just a suggestion!
continued next year 😃
Great reaction again 💓
Please also check Floor's cover from Frozen, Let it go
Kind regards from the Netherlands ❤
Glad Midsommar !
Google translate.. sorry ;)
"I am a poor peasant,
But I'm still alive
Days come and go,
While I knuckle down
Harrows, harrows and ploughs,
Mocking, digging and carrying
Goes behind my oxen,
Shouting, whistling and swearing
I am a poor peasant,
And I chew my snuff
And when Saturday comes,
Do I want to get high?
Then, when I was alive,
I want to be tamed and fight
Rest with a girl
I want too, of course
Then, the sun comes,
And then our priest wants,
That I'm going to church
But then I mostly sleep
The priest can sleep
All Monday, though
For a poor peasant,
Starting the knuckle again.
That's how the whole week goes,
All days and years
I walk with my scythe,
And I plow and sow
I drive my oxen
And I rake my hay,
Harrows, gnomes and thralls,
And finally I will die
Standing there, poor peasant,
Next to Heaven's Gate
A little scared and sad
For the sins I committed
One should not sup,
Keep up with girls and fight
The Lord God in Heaven,
Dissatisfied, of course
But, then the Lord says:
Poor peasant, come here!
I have seen your striving
And your eternal toil
Therefore, poor peasant,
Are you welcome here?
Therefore, poor peasant,
When will you be me?
And I, poor peasant,
Standing so still before God
And then he dresses me
The most snow-white screw
Now you, says the Lord,
Is your work done
Now you, poor peasant,
Now you get to rest"
It is from Emil från Lönneberga of Astrid Lindgren.
Glad midsommar!
The original is better he cut off some.
What did he leave out?
the inro and alot of the song!
This sucks .