Der kjem dampen - CC Cowboys

I brygga i Bergen, der ligger det en båt

Så blankpussa og fin, at lyser

Med skikkelige master, og piper med låt

Og mange slags varer han frakter

Der kjem dampen, gamle dampen

Ta på deg treskoa og spring

Der kjem dampen, gamle dampen

Ting ting tinge tingeling

I rommet ligger mjølsekker i høye lag, og kasser med appelsiner

På dekket er det fullt av alle slag

Mjølkespann, rør og tiner

Der kjem dampen, gamle dampen

Ta på deg treskoa og spring

Der kjem dampen, gamle dampen

Ting ting ting tingeling

Så ringer kaptein og skuta legger fra

Nå vinker alle der kjente

Og alltid kjem oster i rute utpå

Og alltid kjemat seg ende

Der kjem dampen, gamle dampen

Ta på deg treskoa og spring

Der kjem dampen, gamle dampen

Ting ting ting tingeling

Og nå har han seila i 55 år

Bindt by og land saman som han kunne

Og når han en gang ikkje lengre går

Da gret både bymann og bonde

Der gjekk dampen, gamle dampen

Ta av deg treskoa, gåt stillt

Der gjekk dampen, gamle dampen

Og dette var sørgelig trist

In the pier in Bergen, there is a boat

So polished and fine that it glows

With proper masts, and pipes with song

And many kinds of goods he carries

There comes the steam, old steam

Put on your clogs and run

There comes the steam, old steam

Ting ting tinge tingeling

In the room are flour sacks in high layers, and boxes of oranges

The deck is full of all kinds

Milk buckets, pipes and thaws

There comes the steam, old steam

Put on your clogs and run

There comes the steam, old steam

Things things things tingeling

Then the captain calls and the ship leaves

Now everyone there is familiar

And cheeses always come on schedule

And always came to an end

There comes the steam, old steam

Put on your clogs and run

There comes the steam, old steam

Things things things tingeling

And now he has been sailing for 55 years

Tied city and country together as he could

And when he once no longer walks

Then both the town man and the farmer cried

There went the steam, old steam

Take off your clogs, walk still

There went the steam, old steam

And this was sadly sad