Текст и перевод песни Ivar Medaas - Dar Kjem Dampen

Dar Kjem Dampen

DAR KJEM DAMPEN

Ved bryggja i Bergen dar ligg da ein båt,
So blankpust og fin at han lyse,
Med skikkele maste og pipa med låt
Og mange slags vara han hyse.
Dar kjem dampen, gamle dampen,
Tak på deg triskona å spring.
Dar kjem dampen, gamle dampen,
Dinge-dinge-dinge-dinge-dinge-ding.

I robmet ligg mjølsekkjena i høge lag
Og kassa med abelsine.
På dekkje e da fullt utå adle slag:
Mjelkespadn og røyre og tine.
Dar kjem dampen, gamle dampen,
Tak på deg triskona å spring.
Dar kjem dampen, gamle dampen,
Dinge-dinge-dinge-dinge-dinge-ding.

So ringje kapteidn og skuta legg ifrå,
No vinka dei adle dei kjende.
Og alltid kobm "Oster" seg trufast utpå,
Og alltid han kobm attende.
Dar kjem dampen, gamle dampen,
Tak på deg triskona å spring.
Dar kjem dampen, gamle dampen,
Dinge-dinge-dinge-dinge-dinge-ding.

Han kneisa med skorsteidn og veifta med flagg,
Gjønå fjord og sund fram han stebmne.
Da alltid e "Oster" si store bragd
Om Osterøyne trutt å febmne.
Dar kjem dampen, gamle dampen,
Tak på deg triskona å spring.
Dar kjem dampen, gamle dampen,
Dinge-dinge-dinge-dinge-dinge-ding.

Han fer idnigjønå med damp og med køl.
Nett snøgt ikkje fram han fere.
Men leie den veit han og fidn kvart eit høl
Dit gøtt ifrå bydn han vil bere.
Dar kjem dampen, gamle dampen,
Tak på deg triskona å spring.
Dar kjem dampen, gamle dampen,
Dinge-dinge-dinge-dinge-dinge-ding.

So dreg dei i fløytå og fint da let.
Han legg seg til ro innved bryggja.
Og ferdafølk månge i land han set.
For adle so vil han hyggja.
Dar kjem dampen, gamle dampen,
Tak på deg triskona å spring.
Dar kjem dampen, gamle dampen,
Dinge-dinge-dinge-dinge-dinge-ding.

No hev han sigla i femtifem år.
Binda by og land saman han konne.
Og når han so ikkje lenger går,
Då gret dei bymann og bonde:
Dar gjekk dampen, gamle dampen.
Far or triskona, far stilt!
Dar gjekk dampen, gamle dampen.
Å detta va syrgjele ilt.

(Ragnvald Hammer)

The Coming of the Steamship

THERE COMES THE STEAMER

By Bergen's pier there lies a boat,
So spruce and shiny that it gleams,
With stately mast and smoking throat
And holds all manner of beans.
There comes the steamer, ancient steamer,
Put on your cocked hat and take a leap.
There comes the steamer, ancient steamer,
Ding-dong-ding-dong-ding-dong-ding.

Inside the cabin lie bags of flour in tall stacks
And crates of oranges.
On deck there is a whole host of all sorts
Milk pails and butter churns and cheese vats.
There comes the steamer, ancient steamer,
Put on your cocked hat and take a leap.
There comes the steamer, ancient steamer,
Ding-dong-ding-dong-ding-dong-ding.

Then rings the captain and the ship sails forth,
Now all the familiar folk wave.
And always "Oster" faithfully sails forth,
And always it comes back again.
There comes the steamer, ancient steamer,
Put on your cocked hat and take a leap.
There comes the steamer, ancient steamer,
Ding-dong-ding-dong-ding-dong-ding.

It proudly stands with smokestack and waving flag,
Steaming forth through fjord and sound.
That is always the great feat of "Oster,"
To embrace and hold the Osterøy firmly.
There comes the steamer, ancient steamer,
Put on your cocked hat and take a leap.
There comes the steamer, ancient steamer,
Ding-dong-ding-dong-ding-dong-ding.

It sails quietly through the water with steam and keel.
It doesn't sail very fast.
But it knows every nook and cranny
Where it wants to carry goods from the city.
There comes the steamer, ancient steamer,
Put on your cocked hat and take a leap.
There comes the steamer, ancient steamer,
Ding-dong-ding-dong-ding-dong-ding.

And so it floats and makes a pleasant sound,
It moors beside the pier.
And many travelers it sets ashore,
For it serves all who want it.
There comes the steamer, ancient steamer,
Put on your cocked hat and take a leap.
There comes the steamer, ancient steamer,
Ding-dong-ding-dong-ding-dong-ding.

Now it has sailed for fifty-five years.
It has joined together cities and countryside.
And when it no longer sails,
Then both townspeople and farmers will weep:
There goes the steamer, ancient steamer.
Get out of your cocked hat, be quiet!
There goes the steamer, ancient steamer.
Oh, this is terribly sad.

(Ragnvald Hammer)