I know a lovely land
With spreading, shady beeches
Near Baltic's salty strand;
Near Baltic's salty strand;
Its hills and valleys gently fall,
Its ancient name is Denmark,
And it is Freya's hall
And it is Freya's hall
There in the ancient days
The armoured vikings rested
Between their bloody frays
Between their bloody frays
Then they went forth the foe to face,
Now found in stone-set barrows,
Their final resting place
Their final resting place
This land is still as fair,
The sea is blue around it,
And peace is cherished there.
And peace is cherished there.
Strong men and noble women still
Uphold their country's honour
With faithfulness and skill
With faithfulness and skill
Praise King and Country with might
Bless every Dane at heart
For serving with no fright
For serving with no fright
The Viking kingdom for Danes is true
With fields and waving beeches
By a sea so blue
By a sea so blue
Der er et yndigt land,
det stÂr med brede b¯ge
nÊr salten ¯sterstrand;
nÊr salten ¯sterstrand;
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 harniskklÊdte kÊmper,
udhvilede fra strid;
udhvilede fra strid;
s drog de frem til fjenders mÈn
nu hvile deres bene
bag h¯jens bautasten
bag h¯jens bautasten
Det land endnu er sk¯nt,
thi bl sig s¯en bÊlter,
og l¯vet stÂr s gr¯nt;
og l¯vet stÂr s gr¯nt;
og Êdle kvinder, sk¯nne m¯'r
og mÊnd og raske svende
bebo de danskes ¯er
bebo de danskes ¯er
Hil drot og fÊdreland!
Hil hver en danneborger,
som virker, hvad han kan!
som virker, hvad han kan!
Vort gamle Danmark skal bestÂ,
s lÊnge b¯gen spejler
sin top i b¯lgen blÂ
sin top i b¯lgen blÂ
