english translation:
The fiddler grabbed the fiddle from it's case
and lifted his bow towards the dawning Sunday sun
Then the people of Hårga became in a hurry
They forgot about God and the whole world
The dance went on meadows and hills
high upon the top of the ridge of Hårga
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 have taught you this way to 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 Hårgas youths now be?
Oh my God, they are still dancing!
The dance went to the Hårga tune
High up on the top of the ridge of Hårga
They are not far from crying
Now,when dancing, they wore through both soul and body
Stop your bow, fiddler
Before we dance out life and soul and bones
No he doesn't stop his dance
Until we all fall dead down