Gamle Svarten [English translation]

Old Blacky, companion on the great journey

Old Blacky, the best one in the world

When your hiking journey is over

The clover of the green meadows is waiting

For you, oh faithful old friend of mine

Keep trotting, buddy, for the moon is lightening up our journey

Keep trotting, buddy, for you know that the gain is worth the pain

You're carrying me through the night on your safe back

To her who is worth a lot to us

Keep trotting, buddy, for she's waiting at the hearth at home

The hoofs are merrily striking the stones on the road

What's the deal if I'm tired and one hour late?

The trip to her goes over mountains and fine sand

Down to the cottage in the peace of the valley

And the stars are lightening up the way to our little settlement

Old Blacky, companion on the great journey

Old Blacky, the best one in the world

When your hiking journey is over

The clover of the green meadows is waiting

For you, oh faithful old friend of mine