Lyrics of þad sést ekki sætari 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.