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thad sest ekki saetari mey
Thad lenti drtti, - It was quite a delay ad mdir mn mig tti, - When my mother had me thvi hn var svo gskid grey. - But then she's such a slender sort En lknrinn var sttur, - The doctor was fetched og loksins l hn dttur, - And finally her daughter was born og thd sst ekki stari mey. - And none had ever seen a sweeter girl En pabbi var sjalfur, - My father spent usually sjnum alltaf hlfur, - His time at sea half-drunk svo hann gat ekki lengur sagt nei. - But he could not deny me Fyrst var hann mjg sleginn, - At first he was rather shocked en seinna sagdi hann feginn. - But then he said, relieved Ad thad sst ekki stari mey. - None shall ever see a sweeter girl Stari mey, - Such a sweet girl stari mey, - Such a sweet girl nei thad sst ekki stari mey. - There is no sweeter girl Og fyrr en mig vardi, - Before I knew it hver strkur mig stardi, - Every boy would gaze at me eins og stelpur gleym-mr-ei. - As girls gaze at Forget-Me-Nots Their fru ad skjlfa, - They'd shiver og sgdu vid sig sjlfa, - And say to themselves hn er sorglega stygg, - She's hard to get - en mjg trygg, ad g hygg, - But very loyal, I think og thad sst ekki stari mey. - And there is no sweeter girl g lrdi i bernsku, - I learned quite early ad blikka finni ensku, - To speak proper English og min sngrdd var sweet and gay. - And my song was sweet and gay En vestur landi, - But while out west g lenti hjnabandi. - I stumbled into marriage Thad er sorglegt fyrir sidprda mey - It was sad for such a nice girl Hann lagdi sinn vana, - He was used to ad elska* Amerkana, - Loving American girls svo g kyssti hann og sagdi OK. - So I kissed him and said OK En illt var efni, - Then I discovered deceit hann var damla svefni, - When he spoke in his sleep og th reyndist hann, - And I found out ramm islenskt grey. - He was very Icelandic after all Islenskt grey, - Just a poor Icelander islenskt grey, - Just a poor Icelander sem sdist islenska mey. - Who wanted an Icelandic girl En n er nnur ldin, - Everything has since changed g dansa kt kvldin, - Now I go dancing every night og thiy kalla mig gleym-mr-ei. - And boys call me Forget-Me-Not Og piltarnir their skjlfa, - And they shiver their segja vid sig sjlfa, - They say to themselves nei, th setydir mr blossandi st. - No, you send me currents of love Thvlkt hnoss! - Such luck! Thvi thad sst ekki stari mey. - Since there is no sweeter girl.