Walter: regarding the Russian/Ukrainian song—it would be better to start a new thread for your request. It will attract more attention. Put the song title in the title of the thread, and mention that it is Russian/Ukrainian so that people don't confuse it with the Irish song, which is probably better known.

I was curious about the Danish song so I looked it up, and found this at http://www.kalliope.org/digt.pl?longdid=aakjaer2000092434. I don't know Danish, so I had to rely on Google for the translation, plus a few guesses of my own, so it is not very good, but possibly good enough to inspire an English-speaking songwriter to make something of it.

YouTube has a couple of recordings: one by Kim Larsen, and a piano version, with words displayed on the screen, by Erling Jan Sørensen

JENS VEJMAND
Jeppe Aakjær

Hvem sidder der bag Skjærmen
med Klude om sin Haand,
med Læderlap for Øjet
og om sin Sko et Baand?
Det er saamænd Jens Vejmand,
der af sin sure Nød
med Ham'ren maa forvandle
de haarde Sten til Brød.

Og vaagner du en Morgen
i allerførste Gry
og hører Ham'ren klinge
paany, paany, paany,
det er saamænd Jens Vejmand
paa sine gamle Ben,
som hugger vilde Gnister
af morgenvaade Sten.

Og ager du til Staden
bag Bondens fede Spand,
og møder du en Olding,
hvis Øjne staar i Vand —
det er saamænd Jens Vejmand
med Halm om Ben og Knæ,
der næppe ved at finde
mod Frosten mer et Læ.

Og vender du tilbage
i Byger og i Blæst,
mens Aftenstjærnen skjælver
af Kulde i Sydvest,
og klinger Hammerslaget
bag Vognen ganske nær —
det er saamænd Jens Vejmand,
som endnu sidder dér.

Saa jævned han for andre
den vanskelige Vej,
men da det led mod Julen,
da sagde Armen nej;
det var saamænd Jens Vejmand,
han tabte Ham'ren brat,
de bar ham over Heden
en kold Decembernat.

Der staar paa Kirkegaarden
et gammelt frønnet Bræt;
det hælder slemt til Siden,
og Malingen er slet.
Det er saamænd Jens Vejmands.
Hans Liv var fuldt af Sten,
men paa hans Grav — i Døden,
man gav ham aldrig én.

JENS VEJMAND
[Words:] Jeppe Aakjær [1905; Music: Carl Nielsen]

Who sits behind the screen
with cloths on his hand,
leather patch on his eye
and on his shoes a ribbon?
It is really Jens Vejmand,
by its acidic distress
with a hammer must transform
the hard stone into bread.

And you wake one morning
in the very first dawn
and hear the hammer blade
again, again, again,
it is really Jens Vejmand
in his old bones,
which would cut off sparks
morning view of stone.

And again you to the city
behind the peasant's fat bucket,
and you will meet an old man,
whose eyes stand in the Water --
it is really Jens Vejmand
with straw on the legs and knees,
hard to find
a shelter from frost.

And you'll return
in showers and wind,
while the starry night trembles
from cold from the Southwest,
and hammer blades
very close behind the car --
it is really Jens Vejmand,
which still sits there.

Then he leveled the other
the difficult path,
but as it drew on toward Christmas,
when the arm said no;
It was certainly Jens Vejmand,
he lost hammer abruptly
they carried him over today
a cold December.

It stands in the churchyard
an old Frønes pad;
leaning badly to one side,
and the paint is bad.
It is really Jens Vejmand.
His life was full of stones
but on his grave - in death,
They gave him none.