Song pub at Backes Bu

26 August 2022 17:00–18:00

Jarle Viken leads all-singing / joint singing:

Santi Anna

In Amsterdam in Holland there was an old brig.
Heave away for Santi Anna
Worn out was its sail and worn out was its rig.

Heave away my boys for Mexico

And blown keel it was so she hung with bow and rudder.
And most of all, she looked like an old baking tray.

We didn't use ladders to get on deck.
Me the toes in the nights we climbed up fresh away.

The cabin looked like a shabby hideout.
And the steering wheel was made from an old cart wheel

No wobbles in the gloves or pegs on our steering wheel.
In the nightstand for the compass lay an old felt hat.

In the pollen was a nail, which pointed towards the north.
And he who steered the ship pulled it around on a rope.

We had no jibsails, we hoisted a skirt
And sure enough, it held up well as long as the weather was dry.

We were going out from Amsterdam with ballast out of earth,
And sailed home to Fredrikstad and loaded the planed board.

We steered the rover out and pumped a bit in the meantime.
But stood until the next morning before the schooner was lanced.

And when we got into the sea, boy, I say no too true;
the skipper drank more liquor than the ship drew water.

It was a Sunday morning when we were sent out to work.
But when we looked in the hatch, the keel pig was lying limp.

Now I don't want to sing anymore, because I don't know anymore.
Yes, the cook burned his stern for the galley, which was hot.

The Norwegian

Text: Ivar Aasen Melody: Ludvig M. Lindeman

Between hills and rocks along the sea
raise the Norwegian prisoner to his home,
where he himself raises the tufts dig
and set their own houses on top of them.

He looked out on the rocky shores;
no one had built there.
"Let's clear and build ourselves hamlets,
and so I have the row safely.”

He looked out on the barren sea,
there was debris to lay out;
but there were fish playing down in the cave,
and that game, he wanted to see it.

On the vetter sometimes he thought:
Wish I was in a warmer country!
But when the spring sun in the hill shone,
he thought of his secret beach.

And when the liene is green like a garden,
when it rains flowers on straw,
and when nights are as bright as days,
can he see nowhere better.

Beer' on Lista

At Lista you brew such a strong beer
It buckles in the rumen like a foal
It rumbles in May like a bumblebee
Gjeng'ud gjörnom raua like a stock exchange show

Let the roll go, let the roll go
Tradeli to dudeli to deiandå
Let the roll go, let the roll go
All de' mi serve te liquor go

He Tallak, he woke up feeling so sore
For those who know, it is not finished at all
He rambled and waddled like a newborn foal
He sighed and shouted for more beer

Then let the roll go..

Then the lady came in with the bowl
Took Tallak and let him tea his bosom
Then she slipped the strong case into him
And then Tallak was pleased

Then let the roll go..

Then he bit as lightly as a spring-mad hawk
And the madness crawling in him fauk
Kiss they went to tea, nobody got to see
The madam was certainly fucked and had children.

The Crow Song (The Man and the Crow)

And the man he walked into the forest.
Hello dad, in the forest!
Then a crow sat in the grove and crowed.
Hello dad! Faltu riltu raltura!

And the man he thought to himself,
Should I believe that crow will kill me?

And the man he turned about his horse,
then he drove home to the farm again.

Oh listen, my husband, what I ask you:
"Where did the wood you drove to me go?"

"I didn't drive anything at all to you,
because the crow swore she would kill me."

"Oh now, I have never heard greater shame!
Have you heard that a crow killed a man?"

But the crow came after on the roof and crowed,
and the man he up through the veil for.

And the man he braced his book for knee.
Then he shot the crow so it fell down.

Then he led the ten colts;
but the crow blew them all up.

Then he led the twelve foals,
then he drove the crow onto the barn floor.

Then he skinned the crow and left it sound,
she weighed sixteen and twenty pounds

From the skin he made twelve pairs of shoes,
the best pair he gave to mother.

And the meat he salted in barrels and barrels,
and the tongue he had for Christmas food.

From the intestines he made twelve pairs of ropes.
and the claws he used for dung-grabbing.

And the beak he used for a church boat,
That people could sail on from time to time.

And mouth nhan used te grind grain,
and earlobes he made into trumpet-horns

From augo he made stove glass.
And the neck he put on the church for pride.

And he who knows the crow can use it,
he wasn't worth a crow to get.

Christiania

(Source: Diederik Brochmann (1879-1955), Christiania "Sailor's Tale 1", Tiden Norsk Forlag 1937)

Solo:
When three gentlemen set sail by the green table in the north,
Went wrong three young ladies and came to them on board

Large choir: In Christiania
Starboard watch: Pull to berth!
Port guard: For no nonsense
Starboard watch: Did you say no
Port guard: Yes, it was May.
Large chorus: Hello for dikkum dikkum,
Dikkum dikkum faleralallala.

Starboard guard: Where is the soap you bought?
Port guard: The money has gone up
Large choir: In Christiania

And when the man comes home, the old woman is so mean
So it will be a dangerous fight, yes, with a fork and with a knife
In Christiania

Our captain must understand that the mill around must go
We cannot use common sense, we must seek law and justice
In Christiania

When we come home to Christiania from outside
Then the journey is finally over, because then we have returned home
To Christiania