OLEANNA

(Translation from the Norwegian by Pete Seeger)



Ole, oleanna, ole, oleanna

ole, ole, ole, ole, ole, oleanna



Oh to be in Oleanna,

that's where I'd like to be

Than to be in Norway

and bear the chains of slavery



Little roasted piggies

rush around the city streets

Inquiring so politely

if a slice of ham you'd like to eat



Beer as sweet as muncheners

springs from the ground and flows away

The cows all like to milk themselves

And the hens lay eggs ten times a day



In Oleanna land is free

The wheat and corn just plant themselves

Then grow a good four feet a day

While on your bed you rest yourself



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