Nekrutilaul (Saaremaa)
/ Nekrutilaul (isuri)

I was sent into the town to draw lots,
to the Kuressaare court.
Then I got a lot with number one,
lot with number one, and then
with number two.
Doctor’s assistant was called out
and given scissors:
he began to pull my fringe
and cut my hair.
Then I became sad,
the sadness came to me because of love,
the crying came because
of my young maiden,
the wailing came because of my dear one.
Then, my dear brothers,
I marched across the road.
I was sent to Riga,
I was clothed in Riga.
From there I was sent to Moscow,
in Moscow I received a uniform.

I was given a blue uniform,
was given a black suit,
kaalinna, kaalinna, kaalinam-majaa,
was given a black suit.

Flight of swans, skein of geese,
take a message to my mother,

take a message to my mother,
a word to her who gave birth to me:

“It’s good to be a soldier,
have ruffe brine to drink,

have ruffe brine to drink,
have pure bread to eat.

We go shooting on weekdays,
clean rifles on holidays.

A rifle was given as a wife,
a sword for pleasure.”