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from 1930 William Siegel’s operetta, A wedding in Small Town אַ חתונה אין שטעטל A khasene in Shtetl Music by Herman Wohl Lyrics by Boris Rosenthal Play by William Siegel Recorded by: Makolit 12015 YIDDISH LYRICS IN YIDDISH ARE IN COMMENTS ishekeyni meshukoys pikhu zugt der khusn tsi der kale tsu oy, min hashomayem iz er mekayem dem pusek harei at mekudeyshes li dus zelbe vel ikh aynzugn tsi dir vayl ikh lib dikh gur un a shier oy min hashomayem vel ikh zayn mekayem dem harei at mekudeyshes li yosele, di bist geboyrn gur tsi farzisn eybik mayne yur meygst mir heylik gloybn glik vel ikh dir geybn vesti dus gantse leybn zayn mit mir feygele di bist mayn menoyrele heylik di bist vi dus toyrele di eyegelekh di sheyne dus hertsele dus reyne dus farmugt dokh keyner oyser dir di host yoysef hatsadiks tsire di host shimshen hagibers hagvire du bist groys vi moyshe rabeyni in frim vi yankev uvini in di bist sheyn in zis vi a lyalke di bist kheynevdik vi ester hamalke di bist shtolts vi dvoyre shel neviyem in frim vi miter rukhl di tsnie in ven nukh der khipe zikh keseyder kishn zikh in libn zikh in dem kheyder oy, vi fayn es vet zayn ale veln indz mekane zayn vayl vayl yosele in feygele zey libn zikh vi shloyme mit shulamis vayl yosele mit feygele a brukhe zenen zey far tates, mames oy, vi a beymele vus blit oy, vi a kesele vus zidt oy, vi a fayerl vus glit mir far dayn eygele oy, vi a vintele vus kilt oy, vi an arfele vus shpilt oy, vi a hertsele vus filt oy, far yosele in feygele vayl yosele in feygele zey libn zikh vi shloyme mit shulamis vayl yosele mit feygele a brukhe zenen zey far tates, mames oy, vi a beymele vus blit oy, vi a kesele vus zidt oy, vi a fayerl vus glit mir far dayn eygele oy, vi a vintele vus kilt oy, vi an arfele vus shpilt oy, vi a hertsele vus filt oy, far yosele in feygele *****T RANSLATION by ARYE MENACHEM Joseph and Faye ****************** Let him bestow his kisses on me, Says the bridegroom to his bride to be. And from heaven above Is fated his love, And he says, you are consecrated to me. The same I will too Say this to you, ‘Cause I love you deeply and true, And from heaven above I will then be fated, To say, you’re consecrated to me. Dear Joe, you were born to be, To make my life happy, carefree. You can trust in me, Happy you will be, Whole life together you’ll be with me. Dear Faye, you ‘re a treat for me to look. Sacred to me like our Holly Book. Your eyes shine with sweet allure. Your heart is so kind and pure. Nothing can be better when you’re with me. You’ve got good looks of Joseph, the devout. You’ve got Samson’s valor without doubt. You are great like our great teacher, Moses, And pious like Jacob had taught us. And your beauty is so disarming. And like Queen Esther you’re so charming. You’re proud as Deborah, no other. You’re pious as Rachel, our mother. And when after wedding as it should be Kissing and gently loving we would be, Just you wait, it’ll be great. Everyone will envy our fate: ‘Cause Joseph here and his bride Faye, Like Solomon, Shulamite they need no others. ‘Cause Joseph here and his bride Faye, They are blessing for their fathers, mothers. Just like the flower that blooms, Just like a tea kettle with its fumes, Just like a thunderstorm that booms, They’re here to stay. Just like a wind that cools our days. Just like a harp that sweetly plays, Just like a heart that gently prays, For Joseph and his dear Faye. ‘Cause Joseph here and his bride Faye, Like Solomon, Shulamite they need no others. ‘Cause Joseph here and his bride Faye, They are blessing for their fathers, mothers. Just like the flower that blooms, Just like a tea kettle with its fumes, Just like a thunderstorm that booms, They’re here to stay. Just like a wind that cools our days. Just like a harp that sweetly plays, Just like a heart that gently prays, For Joseph and his dear Faye.