Mellom Bakkar Og Berg

(Ny Trad./S. Wongraven)(Sang/vox Nagell, Rueslеtten, Wongraven)
Mellom bakkar og berg ut med havet
heve nordmannen fenge sin heim,
der han sjшlv heve tuftene grave
og sett sjшlv sine hus oppе deim.

Han sеg ut pе dei steinute strender;
det var ingen, som der hadde bygt.
"Lat oss rydja og byggja oss grender,
og so eiga me rudningen trygt."

Han sеg ut pе det bеrute havet;
det var ruskut е leggja utpе;
men det leikade fisk ned i kavet,
og den leiken den ville han sjе.

Hill nordmann

Fram pе vinteren stundom han tenkte:
Gjev eg var her til evig tid!
Og nеr nordljoset skinner ifrе oven,
blir hans stеlhjerte fylt med grusomt savn.

BETWEEN HILLS AND MOUNTAINS
(Ny Trad./S. Wongraven) (Sang/vox Nagell,
Rueslеtten, Wongraven)

Between hills and mountains out by the sea
the norseman have found his home
where he himself have digged the foundations
and himself has placed his houses upon them.

He stared out on the stone-covered shores;
there was noone, who there had built.
"Let us clear a place and build farms,
and then we will safely own the clearing."

He stared out at the waves on the sea;
it was rough to embark out there;
but fishes played down in the bustle,
and that playing he wanted to see.

Hail norseman!