Olis mulla poika sulle

hiukan sanomista.

Sen mie kuiskin kahen kesken,

jos se on mahollista.



Tokkopa tohit miule tulla

talonpitjksi,

pienen mkin iloksi

ja karjanhoitajaksi.



"Tumala, tumala, tumala ko kolena

tumala, tumala kolena."



Hiukan se mkki ahdas lie,

ja tiekin on pitknlainen,

silti se meijt yhteen vie,

vaikk onkin vajavainen.



Tumala....



En oo koskaan rouvastellu

lankkisaappahissa,

vaan tallustelu virsuissa, ja

sarkavaattehissa.



En oo ptin kammannu,

en liikoja silitelly.

En oo liioin muita poikii

viereen vikitelly.



Tumala....



Mull on lehmt nutipit,

sarvekas on mulli,

lv tysi lampaita, ja

pssin nimi Julli.



Sika sek porsaita,

ja pari vasikoita.

Eik syki sydmesi

aatellessa noita?



Tumala...



Jollet s usko sanojain,

ja sydnts et anna,

itsepp sitten mullit sytn,

el huolta kanna.



Tumala....

Come here boy and listen to me,

There's something I want to tell you.

I'll whisper it when we're alone,

If only you will let me.



How about if you came to me

To be master of the household,

Bringing joy to my little cottage,

And looking after the cattle?



Tumala, tumala, tumala ko kolena,

tumala, tumala kolena.



The cottage may be a little small,

And the road is long and weary,

It will nevertheless bring us together again

Poor though I am and lowly.



Tumala....



You'll never catch me preening myself

In brigthly polished boots.

For I go my way in birch-bark slippers

And clothes of simple cloth.



You'll never catch me combing my hair

and seldom find me stroking it,-aca