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The fiddler grabbed the fiddle from it's case
And lifted his bow towards the dawning Sunday sun
Then the people of Hårga came in a hurry
Forgot about God and the whole world
They danced over meadows and hills
High upon the top of Hårga ridge
One wore out both shoes and heels
One could not stop the dance
Where do you come from, you who is playing
Tell us who taught you such play, so wild and mad
If you don't stop our hearts will burst
Oh God preserve us, he has a cloven hoof!
The bells had rung in the valley,
And father and mother and brother
Walked to the parish church
Where can Hårga's youth now be?
Oh my God, they are still dancing!
They danced to the Hårga tune
High upon the top of Hårga ridge
They are not far from crying
Dancing, they now wore out soul and body
Stop your bow, fiddler
Before we dance our life, soul and bones away
No he doesn't stop his dance
Until we all fall dead down
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