Farmer Caspar Heinrich: One, two, three. One, two, three. One, two, three. Keep to the beat, people. One, two, three. One, two, three. It is like waltzing. But with the flail in your hands and not your woman in your arm.
Now one, two, three. One, two, three. I know you all are tired. We have been on our feet in the hall since 4 o’clock this morning, threshing sheaf. Always pound neatly on them, folks! Right on the ears, we have not a single kernel to lose! Always on the right beat with the right force. And one, two, three. One, two, three.
Thresh two more times and then we could well separate the grain from the husk. Marie, go get the grain shovel and the corn trough.
And you folks behind open the side doors so that the wind circulates nicely in the hall. It will blow the husk out for us. Come on guys, hold the beat, we will be done soon.
One, two, three. One, two, three. One, two, three. On and on. Since 350 years now this is how it`s been done here! Threshing grains in this hall goes way back to the times of Martin Luther. Something to behold, eh?! And if I am not mistaken, some things still look the way they did in Luther’s times! Of course, a lot has been repaired, renovated and upgraded by us. We are in the 19th C after all. Cattle are now better protected, for instance. It has only been a few years since we repaired the outer wall behind the cowshed. I built the white infill walls myself with my old man, with wattle and daub. Not bad, eh?!
So now let’s carry on. Another round and then we are done. One, two, three. One, two, three. One, two, three.
Foto: Bielefelder BauernhausMuseum