Faen På Bordstabelen - Hardingrock

Det fins ein frakte-fabel

Om hjelpa frå den vonde

Det gjeld ein planestabel

Ein køyre-hest og bonde

Med øyk og lass det hende

Det saug seg fast i søla

Og bonden svor og skjennde

Om ein som ikkje nøla

'Tru faen kom og henta

kvart jækla, stabla bord!'

Og den som ikkje venta

Var han som bonden svor

For stabelen han feste

Eit tospann, svart som natta

Og med det heile reiste

Så fort som ingen fatta

There is a shipping fable

About help from the evil one

This applies to a plan stack

A driving horse and farmer

With increase and let it happen

It got stuck in the mud

And the farmer swore and quarreled

About one who does not hesitate

'Tru damn came and fetched

quarter damn, stack table! '

And the one who did not wait

Was he like the farmer swore

For the stack he fastened

A two-team, black as night

And with it all traveled

As fast as no one grasps