A Potiphar's wife with lovely manners
Tries to lure Joseph to make love,
Tugs at his cloak, sighs and begs,
Sit down, sit down.
Under the canopy the loveliest rose
Stood for our Joseph to pick,
But like a rascal he ran away.
We believe, we believe.
Alas! That I'd been in Joseph's place, :||:
I know what I'd have done.
En Potiphars hustru med sköna maner
Joseph til kärlek vil locka,
Rycker'n i manteln, och suckar och ber,
Sitt ner, sitt ner.
Inunder Paulunen den skönaste ros
Stod för vår Joseph at plocka,
Men som en lymmel han flydde sin kos.
Det tros, det tros.
Ach! om jag varit i Josephs ort, :||:
Jag vet hvad jag gjort.