Ein drugal kar ifra garden dro
han fulgte furu og sus
opp gjennom asen, gråstein og mark
staut hans gange var
Svøpt i morgengry
Under en helnorsk himmel
Hans føtter traurig vandret hen
mot sitt mål og på høyde

Ein værbitt hand griper sverdet fatt
og kløyver blåennenes skalle
Hans kjeft den vrir seg i ulmende hat
ufreden kommer at falle

Så stod han der på utkikkstopp
Hans øyne ei fekk kvile
For han søkte reint et syn
Men det blei ein grusom pine
Der blant norges skog og mark

Hans grimme sinn skulle vise dem
at norsonn han har nok av tæl

Norsonn tapte noregsgard for ein hær
Stolt han var da han kom igjen
for a kløyve dem med sitt sverd

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[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

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