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