Lyrics of Dar kjem dampen - Gunslingers

Dar kjem dampen (original)

Me sjikkelæ maste å pipa me låt
Å månge slags vara han hyse
Refr.:
Dar kjem dampen, gamle dampen
Tak på deg triskona å spring
Dar kjem dampen, gamle dampen
Dinge-dinge-dinge-dinge-ling
I rubme ligg mjølsekkjena i høge lag
Å kassa me abelsine
På dekkje e da fullt utå adle slag:
Mjelkespadn å røyre å tine
Ref.:
So rinje kapteidn å skutå legg ifrå
No vinka dei adle dei kjende
Å alltid kjem «Oster» i ruta utpå
Å alltid han kjem seg attende
Refr.:
Han fer idnijønå me damp å me køl
Nett snøgt ikkje frabm han fere
Men leiæ den veit han å fidn kvært eit høl
Dit gøtt ifrå bydn han vil bære
Refr.:
Å no hev han sigla i femtifem år
Bidna by å lann samen han konne
Å når so eidngång ikkje lenger han går
Då græt både bymann å bonne
Refr.:
Dar jekk dampen, gamle dampen
Far or triskona, far stillt!
Dar jekk dampen, gamle dampen!
Å, detta var surjelæ illt!

(translation)

Me sjikkelæ maste å pipa me låt
Oh many kinds of goods he harbors
Ref.:
Here comes the steam, old steam
Take care of you triskona and run
Here comes the steam, old steam
Dinge-dinge-dinge-dinge-ling
In rumme, the flour sacks lie in high layers
To cash me abelsine
On deck, there are completely noble strokes:
Milk spade to stir to thaw
Ref.:
So rinje kapteidn to shoot and lay down
Now the nobles they knew beckoned
Oh, "Cheese" always comes out in the box
Oh, he always comes back
Ref.:
He goes idnijøna me steam and me keel
Net didn't speed up from him fere
But with it he knows how to find a hole
That's what he wants to carry
Ref.:
And now he raised his sails for fifty-five years
Bidna bid to land the same as he could
Oh when so eidngång no longer he walks
Then both townsman and bonne cried
Ref.:
Dar jek the steam, old steam
Father or triskona, father still!
Dar jek the steam, old steam!
Oh, this was really bad!