Текст и перевод песни Vidar Sandbeck - Pengegaloppen

Pengegaloppen

Og gubben satt i kveldinga og koste seg med skjellinga,
Kroner en, kroner to, kroner tre, kroner fire, kroner fem, kroner seks, kroner syv, kroner åtte, kroner ni,
Og det er rimelig .Han kunne ha det trivelig
Når'n telte på nytt, og på nytt og på nytt en sekk med penger i.

Ja de penga, ja de penga er til bekymring for fattig og for rik.

Han tette alle nøkkelhøl og stable på ei spekefjøl
Kroner en, kroner to, kroner tre, kroner fire, kroner fem, kroner seks, kroner syv, kroner åtte, kroner ni.
Og han var hard som stål og kjøpte aldri fisk hell kål
Men stappe i sekker og dyner og puter og sydd att med ei nål.

Ja de penga, ja de penga er til bekymring for fattig og for rik.

Han sløyfe gryn i vellinga og la i vei med tellinga
Kroner en, kroner to, kroner tre, kroner fire, kroner fem, kroner seks, kroner syv, kroner åtte, kroner ni.
Og han vart tynn å sjå som firedøbbel snelletråd
Så'n krøyp inn i sprekken i sparabørsa med underboksa på

Ja de penga, ja de penga er til bekymring for fattig og for rik.

Da sola stod bak åsen opp han drømte at'n la i hop
Kroner en, kroner to, kroner tre, kroner fire, kroner fem, kroner seks, kroner syv, kroner åtte, kroner ni.
Og da han vakne att, han telte så han skalv og skvatt
For å sjå om det stemte på kroner og øre med det han fikk i natt.

Ja de penga, ja de penga er til bekymring for fattig og for rik.

Men gubben han fikk hjertesting da'n itte fant en tiøring
Som'n la i en hatt me' han satt der i natt for han skulle betale litt kommuneskatt
Men akk så endte visa slik ho alltid gjør på jorderik
Med prest og med klokker og granbar og blommer
Og bord og fir'toms spik

Ja de penga, ja de penga er til bekymring for fattig og for rik.

Galloping Pence

And the old man sat in the evening and enjoyed himself with his pence,
One crown, two crowns, three crowns, four crowns, five crowns, six crowns, seven crowns, eight crowns, nine crowns,
And it is reasonable. He could have had it well
When he counted again, and again and again, a bag of money in.

Yes, that money, that money is a worry for the poor and the rich.

He plugged all the keyholes and piled them on a bacon board
One crown, two crowns, three crowns, four crowns, five crowns, six crowns, seven crowns, eight crowns, nine crowns.
And he was hard as steel and never bought fish or dough
But cram it in sacks and comforters and pillows and sewn shut with a needle.

Yes, that money, that money is a worry for the poor and the rich.

He skipped grains in the porridge and set out with the counting
One crown, two crowns, three crowns, four crowns, five crowns, six crowns, seven crowns, eight crowns, nine crowns.
And he became thin to see as quadruple thread spool
Then he crept into the crack in the piggy bank with the bottom box on

Yes, that money, that money is a worry for the poor and the rich.

As the sun rose behind the ridge, he dreamed that he would put together
One crown, two crowns, three crowns, four crowns, five crowns, six crowns, seven crowns, eight crowns, nine crowns.
And when he woke up again, he counted so he trembled and jumped
To see if it was true to the penny with what he got last night.

Yes, that money, that money is a worry for the poor and the rich.

But the old man had a heartache when he could not find a threepence
Which he put in a hat with him as he sat there that night because he was going to pay a little municipal tax
But alas, the song ended like it always does on earth
With a priest and a bell ringer and fir branches and flowers
And a table and four-inch nail

Yes, that money, that money is a worry for the poor and the rich.