Våren kom og tøed jorden,
Vinter blev til grønne agre,
Græve mænd vi samled her,
Striden kaldt', så satte vi sejl
Hør! Hør!
Kvinde, kom med øl,
Kvinde, kom med kød,
Gravøllet drikker vi til fæller vores, der døde!
Englaland I gryet sås,
Gyldent sand og kystens mader,
Ved havstokken vi fandt en by
Med kirketårn, der løb vi I land
I en by tømt for mænd hæerged vi,
Vi tog deres løssøre, guld og kvinder,
Mens kirkens klokker kimed' varlsen.
Hør! Hør!
Kvinde, kom med øl,
Kvinde, kom med kød,
Gravøllet drikker vi til fæller vores, der døde!
Påvejen ned mod skibene, En bondehær fra skoven stormed'.
De fór frem med fork og le,
Mange mænd slagtedes der.
Fællers lig brev båret frem,
En storslået høj vi graved' for dem,
Engelskmænd I dynger lå.
Legemerne blev ravnens bytte.
Sommeren, den gik pæå hæld,
Vi vendte tilbage til vore hjem.
Med lovsang og strengeleg,
Vi bænker nu og drikker gravøl.
Hør! Hør!
Kvinde, kom med øl,
Kvinde, kom med kød,
Gravøllet drikker vi til fæller vores, der døde!
(A song about a group of warriors who succesfully raid an English town, which seems to be populated only by women and priests. The party is ambushed by the townsmen on the way back to the ships, and victory falls upon the plunderers, though not without loosing many good men. The warriors return to their homes after burying the dead, and here they feast to the sounds of music whilst drinking the grave beer, which is the direct translation of the title)
Litteral English translation:
Spring came and thawed the ground
Winter became green meadows
Brave men assembled here
The battle was calling, so we sat sail
Hear! Hear!
Women bring us beer
Woman bring us meat
The wake beer we drink to our friends who died
England was seen in the dawn
Golden sand and the coast
By the shore we found a town
With church tower, there we went aground
In a town empty of men we pillaged
We took their belongings, gold and women
While the church’s bells rang with warnings
Hear! Hear!
Women bring us beer
Woman bring us meat
The wake beer we drink to our friends who died
On our way down to the ships, a farmer’s army came from the forest
They rushed forward with fork and scythe
Many men were slaughtered there
Bodies of friend were carried forward
A grand mound we made for them
Englishmen lay in heaps
The bodies became the ravens’ pray
The summer was ending
We returned to our home
With songs of praise and string music
We now sit and drink wake beer
Hear! Hear!
Women bring us beer
Woman bring us meat
The wake beer we drink to our friends who died
Gravøllet
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