Á Þjóðhátíð (Syrpa) - Papar

Um leið og þú komst inn var ég viss um að þú værir þessi Eina sem ég vildi þú minntir mig á Hildi Svo snerirðu þér við og ég sá rassinn, ég sá lærin ég sá vinstri, hægri ha ha vinstri, hægri hó Ég reynd'að hugs'upp eitthvað kúl að segja Flotta línu flottan fras'en datt bar'ekkert merkilegt í hug Ég fikraði mig nær þér, fjær þér, nær þér, nær þér Og spurði þig að nafni Þú hvíslaðir hættu, farðu, þegiðu og sestu Og hætt'að abbast upp á mig Ég gaf mig ekki strax ég gat ekki hugsað mér að labba burt með Báðar hendur tómar það minnti mig á Ómar Svo sneri ég mér við, ég settist upp og settist niður Ég hélt áfram að reyna og sneri mér að þér Ég reynd'að Oooooo æ mig langar upp á þig Og þú veist að það er ekkert illa meint Þó mig langi upp á þig

The devil went down to Georgia, he was looking for a soul to steal He was in a bind, 'Cause he was way behind and he was willing to make a deal When he come across that young boy playing and playing that fiddle hot And the Devil jumps up on a hickory Stump and said: Boy let me tell you what I bet you didn't know it but I'm a fiddle player too And if you'd care to take a dare I'll make a bet wit you Now you play a pretty good fiddle boy but give the Devil his due I'll bet a fiddle of gold against your Soul 'cause I think I'm better than you The boy said: "My name's Johnny and it might be a sin But I'll take your bet, you're gonna regret 'Cause I'm the best there's ever been! Johnny rosin up your bow and play that fiddle hard 'Cause hell's broke loose in Georgia and the Devil deals the cards And if you win you'll get this shiny fiddle made of gold But if you lose the Devil gets your soul The Devil opened up his case and said: I'll start the show And fire flew from his fingertips as he rosined up his bow And he pulled the bow across the strings and it made an evil hiss Then a band of demons joined in and it sounded something like this When the Devil finished Johnny said: Well you're pretty good old son Just sit down in that chair right there, let me show you how it's done Fire on the Mountain! Run, boys, run! The Devil's in the house of the rising sun The Chicken in the bread pan picking out dough Granny does your dog bite? No, child, no The devil bowed his head because he knew that he'd been beat He laid that golden fiddle on the ground at Johnny's feet Johnny said: Devil, just come back if you ever wanna try again I told you once you son of a bitch, I'm the best that's ever been! Fire on the Mountain! Run, boys, run! Devil's in the house of the rising sun Chicken in the bread pan picking out dough Granny, does your dog bite? No, child, no