At Smørrebrød er ikke Mad,
Og Kierlighed er ikke Had,
Det er for Tiden hvad jeg veed
Om Smørrebrød og Kierlighed.
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Der var en liden Bye, i Byen var en Smed,
Som farlig var, naar han blev vred.
Han sig en Fiende fik; (dem kan man altid faae,
Jeg ingen har, det gaae
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He ate and drank, was never glad,
His boot heels he wore down one side;
Ambition – that he never had,
And finally just upped and died.
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Lad Andre tænke, sige,
Guld giør os lykkelige;
Jeg fandt mit Himmerige,
Min Pige! i dit Skiød.
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I, the late Owe Gierløv Meyer,
Did stupid things my life entire,
Though this time I did five of them,
The last of which was quite a gem;
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Her lies poor Walt,
He brewed good malt,
His only fault.
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