Down the mountains, his feet all a-blur To the roof he comes, Ketkrkur To steal with the hook

he brought Hangikjt, hangikjt, hangikjt The water is slowly roiling On the fire hangikjt is boiling But before you can taste a jot Of Hangikjt, hangikjt, hangikjt He'll have stolen it for himself Now you'll have nothing to eat with the peas But the potatoes in bchamel And Ketkrkur's down the street He doesn't show signs of stopping And the hook he is a-dropping The lamb won't make it to the pot Hangikjt, hangikjt, hangikjt He'll have stolen it for himself Now you'll have nothing to eat with the peas But the potatoes in bchamel And Ketkrkur's down the street He doesn't show signs of stopping And the hook he is a-dropping The lamb won't make it to the pot Hangikjt, hangikjt, hangikjt

Hangikjt, hangikjt, hangikjt