Gamle Bry'n - Hellbillies

«Gje 'rei juling», sa’n Gamle Bry’n, «papaguta ifrå by’n!

Kjøyre fin bil so blank som lyn

Dei tru 'rei eige alt.

Forbannare papadalt!»

Han va ein stabukk, vilde ha alt ved 're gamle

Han va stolt Gamle Bry’n

Likte ikkji skiheis, gjikk med sekk når'n skulde handle

Alergisk imot folk frå by’n

Slo upp eit skjelt på eit jorde neve vegen:

FORBUDT Å TELTE HER!

Han låg på lur i ei steinrøys utved åne

Skulde neiggu 'kji bi fiska der!

Han byggde bom på ein stølsveg innpå åse

Han fekk seg elgjihund

So skremde’n livet tå ein kartplukkar med påse

Og då roa’n seg ei liten stund

Men so sto’n der att med stav og hund

"Gje 'rei juling", said Old Bry'n, "the parrot from the city!

Drive nice car as bright as lightning

They think they own everything.

Curse papadalt!”

He was an old man, wanted everything about old people

He was proud of Old Bry'n

Didn't like the ski lift, went with a bag when shopping

Allergic to people from the city

Raised a scolding on a ground fist way:

IT IS PROHIBITED TO COUNT HERE!

He was lying in wait in a pile of stones by the river

Should neiggu 'kji bi fiska there!

He built a barrier on a stilt road up a hill

He got himself a moose dog

So he scared the life out of a map picker with a bag

And then he rested for a while

But then he stood there again with a staff and a dog