Axel Paulsen's skøite-galop

Hr. van der Zee fra Holland kom
kvirre, virre vip bom bom
Til Norge for å se seg om
kvirre, virre vip bom bom

Hr. Axel Paulsen søgte ham
kvirre virre, virrevirre, vip bom bom
og vilde ha en match i stand
kvirre, virre vip bom bom

Paa Frognerkilen møttes de
hr.Paulsen og hr. van der Zee
Nu har vi dig sa Holland flot,
men gamle Norge svarte: godt!

Avsted de pilet - en, to, tre.
I teten drog hr. van der Zee,
og modet sank i Norges barm,
men da blev Axel Paulsen harm!

Han dreiet lit sin knebelsbart,
og satte på lit større fart.
Da maatte gamle Norge le:
Der strøg han op om van der Zee

Hollenderen var ikke sen,
han brukte sine lange ben.
Men da blev Paulsen mindre blid, -
saa drog han van der Zee forbi.

Og gamle Norge skreg hurra!
Hurra for Paulsen. Det gaar bra!
Da Paulsen hørte dette skraal,
da tog han i som flint og staal.

Der fandtes snart ei ørens lyd,
og damerne de skalv av fryd.
De viftet - da blev Paulsen hed,
og fløi som en raket afsted.

De sportsmænd rundt paa banen stod:
Stræk ud! Stræk ud! Vor traver god.
Der for forbi dem noget stort,
da sa de: Jaggu gaar han fort.

Da saa han Norges flag til slut,
som viftet: Gjør meg ære gut!
Da blev han vild, da for han frem,
saa lynsnart som en længsel hjem.

Men saa sa komiteen stop,
og saa for flagget op til top.
Men hvor blev af van der Zee?
Nei, han var ikke mere med...

Axel Paulsen's skating gallop

Mr Van der Zee from Holland came

To Norway to look around


Mr Axel Paulsen sought him

And wanted to race him


They met at Frognerkilen
Mr Paulsen and Mr Van der Zee
Now we've got you, said Holland great,
But old Norway answered: fine!

Away they went, one two three,
Leading was Mr Van der Zee,
And Norway lost all courage,
But then Axel Paulsen got angry

He twisted his moustache
And skated a bit faster
Then old Norway had to laugh
There he raced up to Van der Zee

The Dutchman wasn't crazy,
And used his long legs
But then Paulsen became less happy
And overtook Van der Zee

And old Norway yelled hooray!
Hooray for Paulsen! It's going great!
When Paulsen heard this racket,
He took off like a madman

Soon it was dead silent
And the ladies shivered with fear
They waved - then Paulsen got hot :-)
And flew away like a rocket

The athletes standing alongside the track:
Reach out! Reach out! Our good trotter.
Something big passed them
And they said "Boy he's fast."

Then finally he saw Norway's flag
Waving: Honour me, my lad
Then he got mad, and raced on
Home, as fast as lightning

But then the committee said stop,
And the flag was raised
What happened to Van der Zee?
No, he wasn't there anymore...