Om å danse bekhette (10th anniversary edition) Lyrics

Det var my’ som var vondt og my‘ som var gæli
og en gong i tida dansa døm bekhette
Var døm plaga så grådig ta skurv
at døm itte orka å leva

Det var en liten lengdegutt
og alt døm skrubba, så vart’n itte rein
Døm bekabredde huet på’n, og han fekk ei lue
som skulja sitta tel’a hadde vøksi fast

Døm hadde en tom i taket
og en i lua au
Døm stelte gutten på en stol
men den sparka døm vekk under beina på’n

Og da vart både hår og hud rivi tor skallen på’n
og bare raude kjøttet var att
Døm måtte gjøra det sånn, for hadde døm drii smått
hadde’n itte tålt det

Å’n budde, og å’n hette, det var glømt for lenge sea
Døm brydde seg itte om å husse legdegudd, kan du veta
Men håret og huden
det fekk’n att

Det var en liten lengdegutt
og alt døm skrubba, så vart’n itte rein
Døm måtte gjøra det sånn, for hadde døm drii smått
hadde’n itte tålt det

ENGLISH TRANSLATION:

There was a lot of pain and lots that went wrong
and once long ago they danced the pitch hat jig
If someone was afflicted with scabs
so grave they hardly could live

There was a poor boy
and for all they scrubbed, they couldn’t clean his scalp
They spread a layer of pitch on his head and gave him a hat
that would stay on until it had grown onto his scalp

There was a hook in the ceiling
and one in his hat as well
They made the boy stand on a chair
but they kicked it away from under his feet

Both hair and skin was torn from his scalp
and only bare meat was left
This was the only way. If they had pried it off slowly
he wouldn’t have made it out alive

Where he lived and what his name was, forgotten long ago
Mind you, they didn’t care to remember poor boys
But his hair and skin
did in fact grow back

There was a poor boy
and for all they scrubbed, they couldn’t clean his scalp
This was the only way. If they had pried it off slowly
he wouldn’t have made it out alive