I love the wandering life

I love the wandering life:

I live how I can.

If I were to trouble myself about anything,

it would not suit me at all.

I know lovely old songs;

in the cold, without shoes,

I pluck my strings out there

and do not know where I'll sleep in the evening!

Many a lovely girl makes eyes at me,

as if to say she would like me well

if I only made something of myself

and were not such a poor beggar.

May God provide you with a husband,

and a house and yard!

If we two were together,

my singing would die.