P gyrihaugen bodde gygra
Hu var s arg p'n st. olav
For han skulle bygge ei kjerke p stein
Mens hu ville laga ei bru over steinsfjorden
No kjerke over fjor'n ville a ikke veta ta
S vart dem frlikte om en kamp
Den fyste som va ferdig hadde vnni
Den andre sku rive sitt bygg
Etter altfor kort tid kunne kjerkeklokka hres
Gygra mtte gi tapt
Hu vart s sinna at a kasta to kampestein
Men med ingen av dem traff a kjerka
Da vart a s sinna at a braut ta seg lrbeinet
Og jaggu s kasta a ikke det au
Men det datt ned p sletta nordafor kjerka
Det skk ned i jorda og lg der og rtne
Og da var det gygerputten blei tel
Om vintern frys ikke vatnet tel is
Det stinker som rti egg
Og rundt kanta ligger ei gr fale
St. olav rei srover i brja
Der mtte han gygra, som bar p sine traur
"olav, du med ditt store skjegg, hvi rider du s nr min berjvegg?"
Sola rann... st. olav svingte med vrjet og svara:
"statt der i stokk og stein, heilt til eg kjem att!"
Der str a gygra den dag i dag, med traura p ryggen.
St. olav vant kampen mot gygra...
[English translation:]
The Ogress And St. Olav
On Gyrihaugen lived the Ogress
She was so angry with St. Olav
For he would have built a church in Stein
While she wanted to lay a bridge over the Steinfjord
Now a church over the fjord was out of question
So they agreed for a challenge
The first who was faster to build would win
The other had to tear down his own building
Shortly after you could already hear the church bell
The Ogress had lost
She was so furious that cast two boulders
But with none of them hit the church
So she got so mad that she pulled her femur off
And gosh she cast that too
But it landed on the plain to the north of the church
It sank down in the earth and laid there to rot
And there it formed the Ogress-pond
In wintertime when water doesn't freeze to ice
It stinks like rotten eggs
And all around lies a grey putrefaction
St. Olav rode southwards in the mountains
There he met the Ogress, she carried on herself a trough
"Olav, you with your big beard, why do you ride so near my mountain-walls"
The sun set...St Olav swung the sword answered:
"Stay there among stones and trunks, until I come back!"
There the Ogress stands since that day, with the trough on her shoulder
St. Olav won the challenge with the Ogress...
This lyric was posted anonymously. Not yet confirmed by Book of Metal.
