Composed in 1835
Lyrics
There is a lovely country, It stands with broad beeches, Near the salty eastern beach, It winds itself in hill, valley, it is called old Denmark, And it is Freja's hall, There sat in former times, The armour-suited warriors, Rested from conflict Then they went forward to the enemies' injury, Now their bones are resting, Behind the mound's menhir, That country is still lovely, Because the sea waves so blue frolic, And the foliage stands so green, And noble women, beautiful maidens, And men and brisk swains, Inhabit the Danes' islands, Hail king and fatherland! Hail every a Dane-citizen, Who works, what he can, Our old Denmark shall endure, As long as the beech reflects, Its top in the blue wave...