For Norge, Kiæmpers Fødeland,
Vi denne Skaal vil tømme,
Og naar vi først faae Blod paa Tand,
Vi sødt om Frihed drømme;
Dog vaagne vi vel op engang
Og bryde Lænker, Baand og Tvang;
For Norge, Kjæmpers Fødeland,
Vi denne Skaal udtømme!
Hver tapper Helt, blandt Klipper fød,
Vi drikke vil til Ære;
Hver ærlig Norsk, som Lænker brød,
Skal evig elsket være!
Den vrede Livvagts Vaabenbrag
Forklarer trolig Nordmænds Sag.
Hver ærlig Norsk, blandt Klipper fød,
Vi drikke nu til Ære!
En Skaal for Dig, min kjække Ven,
Og for de norske Piger!
Og har Du en, saa Skaal for den!
Og Skam faae den, som sviger!
Og Skam faae den, som elsker Tvang
Og hader Piger, Viin og Sang!
En Skaal for Dig min kjække Ven,
Og for de norske Piger!
Og nok en Skaal for Norges Fjeld,
For Klipper, Snee og Bakker!
Hør Dovres Echo raabe: “Held!”
For Skaalen tre Gang takker.
Ja tre Gang tre skal alle Fjeld
For Norges Sønner raabe Held;
Endnu en Skaal for Dig mit Fjeld,
For Klipper, Snee og Bakker!
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For Norway, birthplace of warriors,
we this toast will empty,
and when we get a taste of it
we sweetly dream of freedom;
Though we will wake someday
and break chains, bonds and coercion.
For Norway, birthplace of warriors,
we this toast will empty!
Each brave hero, among cliffs born,
we will drink to honour;
Each honest Norwegian, who chains broke,
will forever be loved!
The wrathful guard’s crackling guns,
explains truthfully Norwegians’ cause.
Each honest Norwegian, among cliffs born,
We will drink to honour!
A toast to you, my handsome friend,
and to the Norwegian girls!
If you have one, then a toast to her,
and shame on those who betray!
Yes, shame on those who love coercion
and hate girls, wine and song!
A toast to you, my handsome friend,
and to the Norwegian girls!
And yet a toast to Norway’s mountains,
to cliffs, snow and hills!
Hear Dovre's echoes cry “Good luck!”
for its toast thricefold thanking.
Yes, thrifold three all mountains will
for Norway's sons cry "Good luck!"
Still yet a toast to you, my mountain,
to cliffs, snow and hills! |
