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Bjørnson, Bjørnstjerne: Ballad Of Tailor Nils (Visen om Nils skrædder in English)

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Visen om Nils skrædder (Norwegian)

Dersom du ikke kom til igår,
har du hørt geti han Nils skrædder, så staut han går.

Dersom du ikke kom til her ene dagen,
har du hørt geti, hvor han lagde Knut Storedragen.

Det var oppå låvetaget hans Ola-Per Kviste:
"næste gang jeg skal hive dig, må du have med dig lidet niste."

Hans Bugge var så navngetin en mand,
at det spøgte efter'n både land og strand.

"Sig fort, Nils skrædder, hvor du ligge vil,
så skal jeg spytte på flækken og lægge ho'det dit til." -

"Å, kom mig først så nær, at jeg kan kenne dig på tæften,
- tror nu ikke, du slår nogen mand omkring med kæften."

Det første taget var bare så som så.
Begge de karerne vilde have det med at stå.

Det andre taget glap for han Bugge-Hans.
Blir du trøt nu Buggingen; det er en streng dans.

Det tredje taget fór Hans framstupes, så blodet sprat -
"det var svært, som du spytted, kar!" - "Å jøye, hvor jeg dat!" -

Har du set et træ lægge skygge på nyfalden sne?
har du set han Nils mod en ungmø le?

Har du set han Nils sætte foden frem i dansen?
er du jente, så gå; - det er for sent, når du har tabt sansen.



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Ballad Of Tailor Nils (English)

If you were born before yesterday,
Surely you've heard about Tailor Nils, who flaunts him so gay.

If it's more than a week that you've been here,
Surely you've heard how Knut Storedragen got a lesson severe.

Up on the barn of Ola-Per Kviste after a punchin':
"When Nils heaves you again, take with you some luncheon."

Hans Bugge, he was a man so renowned,
Haunting ghosts of his name spread alarm all around.

"Tailor Nils, where you wish to lie, now declare!
On that spot will I spit and lay your head right there."--

"Oh, just come up so near, that I know you by the scent!
Think not that by your jaw to earth I shall be bent!"

When first they met, 't was scarce a bout at all,
Neither man was ready yet to try to get a fall.

The second time Hans Bugge slipped his hold.
"Are you tired now, Hans Bugge? The dance will soon be bold."

The third time Hans fell headlong, and forth the blood did spurt.
"Why spit you now so much, man?" -- "Oh my, that fall did hurt!"--

Saw you a tree casting shadows on new-fallen snow?
Saw you Nils on a maiden smiling glances bestow?

Have you seen Tailor Nils when the dance he commences?
Are you a maiden, then go!--It's too late, when you've lost your senses.



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