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