Day are Norge ee rutt, vitt or blott.
God save our gracious King
Long live our noble King
God save the King
Send him victorious
Happy and glorious
Long to reign over us
God save the King
Marvellous words spoken by a true British… immigrant. With no national day to celebrate in Britain, the Norwegian constitution day, Suttener Maee, will do just as well.
Ever since coming to Norway at the age of six as a refugee from my war-torn home of Britain I have loved the sacred tradition Suttener Maee (note to self: check wikipedia for spelling).
“Jimmini! Wakey-wakey! It’s Suttener Maee!” my mother said as she woke me from my gentle rest.
“Oh, goody. I can’t wait to be in the Suttener Maee Torg,” I said. And within minutes of climbing into my smartest British jumper I was standing at the school singing Yavee Elscer. I may not have understood most of the lyrics, but I couldn’t help getting carried away with the spirit of the moment. These people were really proud to be where they were from. Before I knew it we were all marching round Scow-Gum and waving at the King. My newly purchased Noshker Flugg soaring high above the heads of all the other Norwegian Sculer Barn. On our return to the school we’d receive boller and bruce for our effort. And later I’d be pestering my mum and dad for money so I could buy Pulseree Lumper and Crooner Eece.
Later that evening the whole narboolarg would gather on the Layker Pluss and do the Rayboos Lerp. It was a great chance to get to know all the narbooer in the area. When the Lerp was fæddy we’d move the benkerner sammon and prepare for the Grill Fest. My family, not being of Nordic origin, may have embarrassed itself with its foolish choice of grillmart, but as the cvelden grew darker and the voxner grew drunker it was evident that in Norway, people don’t mind that you’re different. As long as you attend.
This year, many oar after minn firster Suttener Maee, I will be firing this special day with good venner. Manger Suttener Maees have passed since I first kom til Norway and manger ting have shed. Men one ting has forblit the sammer: My sharlyhet for Suttener Maee.
Hoorah for Suttener Maee.
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Ya, vee erlscer Jimmi Krikket!
Be so kind to forgive my lyrical acrobatics, and excluding the “ni” from your first name, but in my defence, the melody would never fit otherwise.
I’ll buy you a Pulcee Lumper, drenched in Rece Sarlat and my apologies.
WaaaahahahahahahahahahHAHAHAAA!!!
Jeg dævver.
You are a murshum lille djevil!