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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