Gitarkamaratene Gamalost Song on YouTube

YouTube video with four of Norway's pop/rock/folk rock icons of the 1970s and 1980s who are still very popular today - Halvdan Sievertsen, Øystein Sunde, Jan Eggum and Lillebjørn Nilsen (also known as Gitarkamaratene / The Guitar Friends) - dressed in bunads and singing about gammalost, accompanied by a hardingfele.

Øystein Sunde (a combo of Randy Newman / Roger Miller / Jerry Reed) wrote the song. Lyrics and an inexact tranlation below...

The tune is better known as Ha'du'kje hoppa (Hoppar'n), a rull after Ola Mosafinn (1828-1912) -- version also played in Telemark as a gangar.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vhlu2ybpzC8&mode=related&search=

Det var visste en viking som første gangen tok
en kjele full med surmjølk og satte'n på te' kok
Det lukta så sært at'n fikk visst ikke fre'
Så'n helt'n i en trebutt og gravde butten ned

Og butten sto i bingen, og bingen lå bak do
og lukta skjemmet ingen, og graset bynte å gro
og dager ble til uker og vinter ble til vår
og butten sto i møkka i åtte hundre år

en vårdag i 1659
kom butten for en dag der en bamse hadde hi
Og bonden som fant'n var sulten og forgrått
han sa det lukter pyton, men smaker riktig godt

og hei også hå også skylte'n ned med dram
også heisann og håsann, den smaken va'kke tam
Og hopp også hikk også hark også jost
å nystekte devæl, det var no' til ost

ref:
hu hei gammalost til dugurds, gammalost til meddas,
gammalost te æftas og gammalost te kvelds

du kan maul'en og snuse'n og røyke'n som tobakk
ta'n som klyster og flambere'n i konjakk.
og blir'n så gammel at'n begyner å få træl
kan du ta'n med i opera'n og la'n synge sjæl

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(English)
It was certainly a viking who for the first time took
a pot full of sour milk and sat it on to cook.
It smelled so sour that he certainly couldn't rest,
so he poured it in a bucket and buried the bucket down.

And the bucket stood in in the pig sty, and the pig sty was behind the outhouse,
and the smell bothered no one, and the grass began to grow,
and the days became weeks, and winter became spring,
and the bucket stood in the muck for 800 years.

One spring day in 1659
the bucket came up where a bear had his den.
And the farmer who found it was hungry and starving.
He said "It stinks something awful, but tastes right good!"

And hey and ho and so he washed down with a dram,
and a-hey and a-ho, that taste wasn't tame,
and hop and hicc and hack and cough.
Oh, you freshly-fried devil! That was some kind of cheese!

CHORUS:
Hu hei! Gammalost for breakfast, gammelost for midday,
gammalost at midafternoon and gammelost in the evenings.

You can snuff it or chew it or smoke it like tobacco
take it as [a medicine] and flambe' it in cognac.
And when it becomes so old that it begins to acquire servants,
you can take it with to the opera and let it sing itself.


David Elliker, Eugene Oregon, an accoplished Hardanger Fiddle player supplied this information Apr. 2007.

www.gamalost.com