There is a house in New Orleans,
Der er et hus i New Orleans,
It's called the Rising Sun,
Den kaldes den Opgående Sol,
It's been the ruin of a many poor girl,
Det har været ødelæggelsen for mange fattige piger,
Great God and I for one.
Store Gud, og jeg er en af dem.
If I had of listened to what my mother said,
Hvis jeg havde lyttet til hvad min mor sagde,
I'd be at home today,
Jeg ville være hjemme i dag,
But I was young and foolish poor girl
Men jeg var en ung og tåbelig fattig pige
Let a rounder lead me astray.
Lod en levemand føre mig på afveje.
Oh mother, mother, tell me why
Oh mor, mor, fortæl mig hvorfor
You treat that rounder cold,
Du behandler den svindler koldt,
I'd rather be that rounder's wife
Jeg vil hellere være den levemands kone
Than to wear your crown of gold.
End at bære din krone af guld.
Now tell my sister in Baltimore,
Nu fortæl min søster i Baltimore,
Not to do as I have done
At ikke gøre som jeg har gjort
To shun that house in New Orleans,
At undgå det hus i New Orleans,
It's called the Rising Sun.
Den kaldes Den Opgående Sol.
