Yes we love this country,
as it rises
furrowed, weathered over the water,
with the thousand homes.
Love, love it and think
on our father and mother
and the saganate that lowers
dream on our earth.

2.
This country Harald salvaged
with its battlefield,
this land Håkon guarded,
while Øjvind quad;
Olav on that land has painted
the cross with his blood,
from its high Sverre number
Roma in the middle.

3.
Farmers' axes burned,
where an army advanced;
Lightning thunderstorm along the coast,
so it felt like home.
Women themselves stood up and fought
as they were men;
other customer just cry;
but it came again!

4.
Indeed, we were not many;
but we did, however,
when we were tried sometimes,
and it was at stake;
nor do we burn the land,
than it fell;
just remember what happened
down at Fredrikshald!

5.
We have had hard times,
was eventually ousted;
but at worst the blue-eyed
freedom was born to us.
It gave father power to bear
famine and war,
it gave death itself its glory -
and it provided conciliation.

6.
The enemy threw his weapon,
went on a visa,
we marveled at him;
for he was our brother.
Driven forward claim of shame
we went south;
now that we are three brothers together,
and must stand like that!

7.
Norwegian man in house and cabin,
thank you great God!
he wanted to protect the country,
though it looked dark.
Everything the fathers have fought,
the mothers have cried,
the Lord has quietly relaxed,
so we won our right.

8.
Yes we love this country,
as it rises
furrow, weather bites over the water,
with the thousand homes.
And as the fathers fight has raised
that of need for victory,
we too, when required,
for its peace beats camp.