The blizzard whirled the world. Again it snowed, In crazy pellets or in fuzzy flakes.

Fresh paths for light to reach the 
windows low more often wooden 
spades were forced to make.

It scarcely cleared when well-craned
creaking, and housewives drew fresh
water with a pile.
Then from its tether broke the 
blizzard bleakly, again above the forest
trees to wail.

One days like these all journeys we forget.
It's good to get together in one home
and rest, and weave the artel fishing net,
and sing our songs - there's always time
for some ! -
And joke and dream of halcyon days to
come.

A pair of magic boots would do tonight,
a flying carpet and a lusty bay no snow-blocked
roads, no blizzards can dismay,
who, only tell him: run along ! -and right
To Oslo he will take you- all the way
no cold, no jolts to blemish your delight.

" My good friend "
Tell us a tale, good soul !"
" Once upon a time..."
The men kept drinking,
While the snow still fell,
Meantime ? What...