Ein dugal kar fra garden dro
Han fulgte furuas sus
Opp gjennom sen grstein han bar
Staut hans gange var
Svpt i
morgengry
Under ein helnorsk himmel
Hans ftter traurig vandres hen
Mot sitt ml opp p hyden
Ein vrbitt hand griper sverdet
fatt
Og klyver den blnende skalle
Hans kjeft den vrir seg i ulmende hat
Ufrender kommer at falle
S stod han der p
utkikkstopp
Hans yne ei dei kviler
For han skte reint eit syn
Men det ble ein grusom pine
Der blant norges skog og
mark
Var fienden og fl
Hans grimme sinn skulle vise dem
At norsnn han har nok at tl
Ein vrbitt hand griper sverdet
fatt
Og klyver den blnende skalle
Hans kjeft den vrir seg i ulmende hat
Ufrender kommer at falle
Norsnn tapte
noregsgard
For ein ansikt i hr
Stolt han var dan han kom igjen
For klyve denne sitt sverd
[Norway's Home
(translation)]
A strong guy from the farm went
He followed pine and breeze
Up through the hills, greystone and
wilderness
Bold his steps was
Swathed in twilight
Under a completely norwegian sky
His feet steadily wandered
Towards
their goal and upon heights
A weatherbitten hand clutches the sword
And cleaves the bluemen's heads
His mouth twist in
smoldering hate
Unpeace will fall
Then he stood there on the look-out top
His eyes couldn't rest
Because he sought a pure
sight
But it became a cruel pain
There in the midst of norwegian forest and wilderness
...
His grim mind should show
them
That a son of the north has lots of guts
A weatherbitten hand clutches the sword
And cleaves the bluemen's heads
His
mouth twist in smoldering hate
Unpeace will fall
The son of the north lost Norway's home
To a ... army
Proud he was when
he returned
To cleave them with his sword
