Classic Poem

(Norwegian National Hymn)
Yes, we love this land together,
Where the wild sea foams,
Furrowed, beat by wind and weather,
With the thousand homes.
Yes, we love her; with her blending
Father, mother, birth,
And that saga-twilight sending
Dreams upon our earth.

This the land that Harold saved
With his warriors young;
All for this land Haakon braved,
Whilst that Oevin sung.
Olaf with his blood hath printed
Cross upon her loam;
From her highlands Swerre stinted
Not to talk to Rome.

Peasants ground their axes' edges
At the call to go;
Tordenskjold along the ledges
Homeward lit the foe.
Women too stood up that day,
Smote as they were men;
Others could but weep and pray,
Nor was that in vain.

Evil times could not undo us,
We outstood the same;
But when straits were sorest, to us
Blue-eyed Freedom came.
That gave strength of olden story
Hunger, war, to face;
That ave new ties of race.

Foe its weapon cast, and slew them —
Up our visors then!
We in wonder hastened to them,
For they were our kin.
Southward, sped by shame, we thither
Fared into their land,
Now we stand three sons together
And shall ever stand.

Norsemen, ye in hut and hall,
Thank the Lord of Hosts!
Guard he will the land and all,
Howso dark the coasts.
All for which the fathers perished,
And the mothers wept,
Hath the Lord in stillness cherished —
So we won and kept.

Yes, we love this land together,
Where the wild sea foams,
Furrowed, beat by wind and weather
With the thousand homes.
As our fathers' battles freed us
Out of old distress,
We'll to war, if once she need us,
For her peace no less.