Thad lenti ? dr?tti, - It was quite a delay ad m?dir m?n mig ?tti, - When my mother had me thvi h?n var svo g?skid grey. - But then she's such a slender sort En l?knrinn var s?ttur, - The doctor was fetched og loksins ?l h?n d?ttur, - And finally her daughter was born og th?d s?st ekki s?tari mey. - And none had ever seen a sweeter girl En pabbi var sja?lfur, - My father spent usually ? sj?num alltaf h?lfur, - His time at sea half-drunk svo hann gat ekki lengur sagt nei. - But he could not deny me Fyrst var hann mj?g sleginn, - At first he was rather shocked en seinna sagdi hann feginn. - But then he said, relieved Ad thad s?st ekki s?tari mey. - None shall ever see a sweeter girl S?tari mey, - Such a sweet girl s?tari mey, - Such a sweet girl nei thad s?st ekki s?tari mey. - There is no sweeter girl Og fyrr en mig vardi, - Before I knew it hver str?kur ? mig stardi, - Every boy would gaze at me eins og stelpur ? gleym-m?r-ei. - As girls gaze at Forget-Me-Nots Their f?ru ad skj?lfa, - They'd shiver og s?gdu vid sig sj?lfa, - And say to themselves h?n er sorglega stygg, - She's hard to get - en mj?g trygg, ad ?g hygg, - But very loyal, I think og thad s?st ekki s?tari mey. - And there is no sweeter girl ?g l?rdi i bernsku, - I learned quite early ad blikka? finni ensku, - To speak proper English og min s?ngr?dd var sweet and gay. - And my song was sweet and gay En vestur ? landi, - But while out west ?g lenti ? hj?nabandi. - I stumbled into marriage Thad er sorglegt fyrir sidpr?da mey - It was sad for such a nice girl Hann lagdi ? sinn vana, - He was used to ad elska* Amer?kana, - 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 ?dam?la ? 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 ?s?dist islenska mey. - Who wanted an Icelandic girl En n? er ?nnur ?ldin, - Everything has since changed ?g dansa k?t ? kv?ldin, - Now I go dancing every night og thiy kalla mig gleym-m?r-ei. - And boys call me Forget-Me-Not Og piltarnir their skj?lfa, - And they shiver their segja vid sig sj?lfa, - They say to themselves nei, th? setydir m?r blossandi ?st. - No, you send me currents of love Thv?l?kt hnoss! - Such luck! Thvi thad s?st ekki s?tari mey. - Since there is no sweeter girl.