Fair Anna standing by the door,
Yes, by the door,
The fisher she did see.
“Fair Anna, knitting nice blue socks?
Those nice blue socks ...
Might they be meant for me?”

“My brother will wear these blue socks,
Yes, these blue socks,
Upon the deep, blue seas.
You make your large nets all yourself,
All by yourself,
And socks up to your knees.”

“I do make my nets large and wide,
So large and wide,
Just for the sturgeon stout.
You knit your socks so fine and tight,
So fine and tight,
No soul gets in or out.

Fair Anna, you knit such fine socks,
Such nice, fine socks!
And with blue socks,” said he,
“You capture all the fishermen,
All fishermen,
Ne’er mind how smart they be.”