If only I could go down to that honeyed honey cellar
Song
1. If I could go down to that mead cellar, ; I could drink good from that fifty-six-ounce barrel, ; Let it be from the bottom of that fifty-six-ounce barrel and my coffin be carved, ; Let it be decorated with sour cream and cottage cheese halushka, ; After that I don't mind if they take me out, ; Let them lay me at the cemetery gate, ; An eleven-year-old youth says the extra mass over me, ; Jesus take the good wine drinker to heaven, The potato stalk has dried up, ; This young man is preparing for the other world, ; We put our pig under his head, a scythe, ; Six rows of sausages, a candle, ; We bury him in someone's well hole, ; Let him crawl into the frogs' asses.