Der er et yndigt land,
det står med brede bøge
nær salten østerstrand
nær salten østerstrand.
Det bugter sig i bakke, dal,
det hedder gamle Danmark,
og det er Frejas sal,
og det er Frejas sal.
Der sad i fordums tid
de harniskklædte kæmper,
udhvilede fra strid
udhvilede fra strid.
Så drog de frem til fjenders mén,
nu hvile deres bene
bag højens bautasten,
bag højens bautasten.
Det land endnu er skønt,
thi blå sig søen bælter,
og løvet står så grønt
og løvet står så grønt.
Og ædle kvinder, skønne mø'r
og mænd og raske svende
bebo de danskes øer,
bebo de danskes øer.
Hil drot og fædreland!
Hil hver en danneborger,
som virker, hvad han kan
som virker, hvad han kan!
Vort gamle Danmark skal bestå,
så længe bøgen spejler
sin top i bølgen blå,
sin top i bølgen blå.
Vort gamle Danmark skal bestå,
så længe bøgen spejler
sin top i bølgen blå,
sin top i bølgen blå.
|
A lovely land is ours,
With beeches green about her
Encircled by the sea
Encircled by the sea.
Her hills and vales are manifold,
Her name, of old, is Denmark,
And she is Freya's home,
And she is Freya's home.
In days of long-ago
This land was home to heroes,
From war they rested here
From war they rested here.
Then forth they went, to smite the foe,
Now to their graves they've gone
Among the barrow-stones,
Among the barrow-stones.
This land is yet so fair,
Her waters yet so blue,
And green are still her leaves
And green are still her leaves.
And noble ladies, maidens fair
And men and able lads
Still dwell on Danish soil,
Still dwell on Danish soil.
Hail Sovereign, hail
Home!
Hail every Dane who labours,
To do his very best
To do his very best!
Our ancient Denmark shall abide,
While yet the waves reflect
The beeches in their blue,
The beeches in their blue.
Our ancient Denmark shall abide,
While yet the waves reflect
The beeches in their blue,
The beeches in their blue.
|