Anne knutsdotter [English translation]

My name is Anne Knut's daughter,

Kari is my mother,

And Truls, he is my brother.

We have a little place,

Where no one would believe,

That anyone could live.

And the place is named Rockslope, Trickster,

Heavenlytrip, Rockfall, Rockfall, Starve to Death!

Yes, the place lies high,

High up in a rock-strewn slope,

Right under the mountain's wall,

And it is barely,

That we, in a simple way

Can feed two: cow and pig.

And the cow is named Dagros, Fagros, old Fagros,

The pig is named Giss, Giss, Giss!

During summer it is fun

To go and pick berries

In your mouth and hand-cup.

On the cabin roof grow

Two young trees,

That the goat eats up.

And the goat is named Snyggen, Styggen, Lurveryggen,

The hen is named Tipp, Tipp, Tipp!

And father is a peddler,

Who works hard enough and travels all around;

And mother takes care of the house,

I spin on my spinning wheel,

But Truls does nothing.

But the hen is named Tipp, Tipp, Tipp,

And the pig is named Giss, Giss, Giss,

And the cow is named Dagros, and old, old Fagros,

And the goat is named Snyggen;

And the place is called Rockslope, Trickster,

Heavenlytrip, Rockfall, Rockfall, Starve to Death!