It happened that one Saturday evening, the young people of the village of Horga in Sweden were all assembled together to dance. This was nothing particularly unusual in itself. But that evening something unusual did happen. At the dance a mysterious stranger turned up. He was wearing a hat and cloak that quite covered up his features, but he had brought a fiddle with him. And he took out his fiddle, and he started to play.Well if the young people of Horga had been dancing before, they were certainly dancing now. The fiddler was playing a wild and magical music, and everyone was feeling an irresistable urge to dance.When the fiddler began to walk away, through the scattered houses and into the woodland surrounding the village, they all followed. As he played on, more wildly than ever, the young people of Horga began to tire. Their legs were aching, their feet were sore, their shoes began to show clear signs of wear ... but they couldn't stop dancing.The fiddler played on, and he climbed up through the woods towards the top of Horga barrow, a long hill with a flat, rocky top that overlooked the village. All the time the young people, still dancing, followed after him. They started to beg him to stop playing. They were too tired to carry on dancing, but they felt the urge to continue. But the fiddler didn't reply. He just kept right on playing.Just as they were emerging onto the summit of Horga barrow, the fiddler's cloak caught on a branch and lifted it for a moment, revealing his leg. One of the girls happened to glance at that moment, and she saw, not a human foot, but a goat's hoof. And she cried out, realising that it was none other than Satan himself who had come to play for them that night.The next morning it was Sunday. When the people of Horga got up to go to church, they wondered where all the young people were. They couldn't find them anywhere.But the young people of Horga were still dancing with the devil high up on the top of Horga barrow, until one by one they dropped dead of exhaustion.This story is also associated with a traditional tune, called Horgalåten (the Horga song).Here is a version of Horgalåten from youtube (Leif Billyz):There are also different texts written for the Horgalåten tune. One traditional song tells the story of the fiddler and the young people of Horga. Before I started translating ballads, I translated a number of songs from Swedish, and Horgalåten is one of them. Translating a song like this presents a slightly different challenge to ballads. Here is my translation:The name Horga (or Hårga) bears a striking resemblance to Hörg, the old Norse word for an outdoor hilltop pagan altar. Hörg is also found in some English placenames as Harrow.Also in Norwegian there is a similar story: the devil on the fiddle, recognised by a glimpse of his foot.The occasion for this incident was a wedding in Hol in Norway. Two young men had started to argue, and this had escalated into fighting. While this was going on, the inkeeper went down into the cellar intending to fetch up beer to give to the one who won the fight. While he was in the cellar, he saw a fiddler sitting on a beer barrel. He was playing a tune that the innkeeper had not heard before. Moreover he was holding the fiddle the wrong way round, with the neck pointing towards his chest, and he was keeping time by beating with his foot against the beer barrel. But the inkeeper saw that this foot was no ordinary foot, but a goat's hoof. He knew straight away that this was the devil. When the inkeeper ran up again, one of the two young men lay dead in the yard.To finish off, here comes the tune the devil played on his fiddle that time in Norway. This is called Fanitullen, played on the Hardanger fiddle with a special tuning called the troll tuning. This is a version from youtube (Christian Borlaug):Scandinavian folk ballads --- Skadi Press Books(C) 2015 Ian Cumpstey