Once upon a time there was a farmer and a farmer's wife. The priest in the village was only too happy to see the farmer's wife. And he had always wished to spend at least once a whole day with the farmer's wife alone quite happily - and she would have been quite happy with that. So one day he said to the farmer's wife: "My dear farmer's wife, now I've thought of a way for us to spend a whole day together, having fun. You know what, you lie down in bed on Wednesday and tell your husband that you are ill, and you complain a lot. You go on like that until Sunday. On Sunday I will give the sermon in church and preach that anyone who has a sick child, a sick husband, a sick wife, a sick father, a sick mother, a sick sister, a brother, or anyone else who is sick at home, should make a pilgrimage to the Göckerliberg in Wälischland. There you can get a mint of laurel leaves for one kreuzer. This will make the sick child, the sick man, the sick woman, the sick father, the sick mother, the sick sister, the brother or whomever, healthy again on the spot.""

"I'll manage that," the farmer's wife replied. So the following Wednesday came, the farmer's wife lay down in bed as agreed and complained in the worst way. And her husband brought everything to her bedside that came to his mind, but it didn't help. When Sunday finally came, the farmer's wife said: "I feel so bad, it's as if I'm about to die. But there is one thing I want before I die. I want to hear the sermon that the priest is going to give today. "For God's sake, my dear," said the farmer. ""Just don't do that. You might get sick if you even stand up. I will go to the sermon and listen quite well. Afterwards I will tell you everything exactly what the priest said. "Very well," said the farmer's wife, "then go and listen very carefully, so that you can tell me exactly everything he said.

So the farmer went to the sermon and heard the priest say: ""if anyone has a sick child, a sick man, a sick woman, a sick father, a sick mother, a sick sister, brother or whoever is sick at home, he should make a pilgrimage to the Göckerliberg in Wälischland. There, where the Metzen laurel leaf costs a Kreuzer. Whoever does this, the sick child, the sick husband, the sick wife, the sick father, the sick mother, the sick sister, brother, or whoever will be healed on the spot. And anyone who wants to take this walk should come to him right after the mass. Then he will give him the laurel bag on the way and the cruiser. No one was happier than the farmer. And immediately after mass he went to the priest, who gave him the laurel sack and the kreuzer. A little later he came home and already shouted at the front door: "Juchesha, dear wife, now you are as good as healthy again. The priest preached today that whoever has a sick child, a sick husband, a sick wife, a sick father, a sick mother, a sick sister, brother, or whoever is sick at home and makes a pilgrimage to the Göckerliberg in Wälischland, there, where the Metzten laurel leaves cost a kreuzer, we his sick child, the sick man, the sick woman, the sick father, the sick mother, the sick sister, brother or whoever on the spot again healthy. And now I have already fetched the laurel bag and the cruiser from the priest, and I am about to set off on my wanderings, so that you will get well again as soon as possible. And then he left. As soon as he was gone, the farmer's wife was on her feet again and the priest was already in the house.

But now we forget them for a moment and set off with the farmer. He was in a hurry to get to the Göckerliberg as quickly as possible. And as it happens, he met his uncle. His uncle was an egg man who had just come from the market where he sold his eggs. "Greetings", said his uncle, "where are you going in such a hurry, dear nephew". "God be with you," said the farmer. "My wife has fallen ill and I heard today in the sermon from the priest that if someone has a sick child, a sick husband, a sick wife, a sick father, a sick mother, a sick sister, brother, or whoever at home, he should make a pilgrimage to the Göckerliberg in Wälischland, where a mint of bay leaves costs one kreuzer. Whoever does this, his sick child, his sick husband, his sick wife, his sick father, his sick mother, his sick sister, brother or whoever will get well again immediately. That's why I got the laurel bag and the cruiser from the priest and now I'm starting my wanderings.

"Watch out, dear nephew," said his uncle. "Don't be silly, just don't believe that". ""Do you know what's really going on? The priest would like to spend a day alone with your wife, that's why they made a bear out of you, to get you out of the way". ""Well"", said the farmer, ""now I want to know exactly if that is really true"". "You know what", the uncle finally said: "Sit down in my egg basket, I'll carry you home in it and you'll see it with your own eyes". No sooner said than done. The farmer put the nephew in the egg basket and carried him home. When they got home, well, it was quite funny. The farmer's wife had already cut off almost everything that ran around the farm, baked doughnuts and the priest was already there. And with him his violin. Then the uncle knocked and the farmer's wife asked who was outside. "It's me, dear relatives," said the uncle. ""Please give me a Herberger tonight, I couldn't sell my eggs at the market today and now I have to carry them home again. These are so heavy that I can't possibly carry them that far. It is already dark outside"". "Well, dear relative," said the farmer's wife. ""Actually, you are quite inconvenient for me, but it is what it is. Come in and sit down there on the stove bench"! Thereupon the farmer sat down with the basket on the stove bench.

The priest and the farmer's wife continued to be funny. Finally the priest said: "My dear farmer's wife, you can sing so well. Sing me a song". "Oh", said the farmer's wife, "now I don't like to sing anymore. When I was young, I really liked to do it, but now it's over". "Oh well", says the priest, "sing at least a little bit". So the farmer's wife starts to sing:

""I must have sent my husband out
to the Göckerliberg in Wälischland""

On this the priest sings:

"I wish he would stay there for a whole year,
what do I ask for the laurel bag. Hallelujah"".

Now the uncle starts in the back and sings (but I must add that the farmer in the basket was called Hildebrand):

""Ei du mein lieber Hildebrand,
what are you doing on the stove bench, hallelujah?

And now the farmer in the basket sings inside:

""Now I can't stand singing either,
and must get out of the egg basket"".

And the farmer gets out of the basket and beats the priest out by the house.