A lovely land is ours

A lovely land is ours

With beeches green about her

Encircled by the sea

Her hills and vales are manifold

Her name, of old, is Denmark

And she is Freya's home

In days of long-ago

This land was home to heroes

From war they rested here

Then forth they went, to smite the foe

Now to their graves they've gone

Among the barrow-stones

This land is yet so fair

Her waters yet so blue

And green are still her leaves

And noble ladies, maidens fair,

And men and able lads

Still dwell on Danish soil

Hail Sovereign, hail Home!

Hail every Dane who labours

To do his very best

Our ancient Denmark shall abide,

While yet the waves reflect

The beeches in their blue

Sent by Carlos Andr Pereira da Silva Branco