(one take on an old obscure folksong from Valdres, Norway)
MY MOTHER-IN-LAW, she shrieked both day and night.
My mother-in-law was nasty as a troll.
So I sought a way out of my plight.
“Farewell to the troll” — ja, that was my goal.
I filled a big oat-lefse with gunpowder and dynamite,
Then waited for that hot-mouthed troll to go and take a bite!
Suddenly I heard a loud explosion!
My mother-in-law flew higher than a crow!
The cook and all the maids ran screaming from the summer kitchen,
For down the stovepipe fell a grizzled braid and then a toe!
artwork: 17th and 19th century paintings. Public domain info here.
Loose translation by Joyce Holt. (I was cracking up laughing as I finished deciphering the lyrics!)
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