Lyrics and translation Týr - Sinklars Vísa

Sinklars Vísa

Hr. Sinklar drog over Salten Hav,
Til Norge hans Kurs monne stande;
Blandt Gudbrands Klipper han fandt sin Grav,
Der vanked' saa blodig en Pande.

Vel op før Dag
De kommer vel over den Hede.

Ved Romsdals kyster han styred' i Land,
Erklær'de sig for en Fiende;
Hannem fulgte efter fjorten hundrede Mand,
Som alle havde ondt i Sinde.

Vel op før Dag
De kommer vel over den Hede.

De skændte og brændte, hvor de kom frem,
Al Folkeret monne de krænke;
Oldingens Afmagt rørte ej dem,
De spotted' den grædende Enke.

Vel op før Dag
De kommer vel over den Hede.

Soldaten er ude paa Kongens Tog,
Vi selv maa Landet forsvare;
Forbandet være det Niddingsdrog,
Som nu sit Blod vil spare."

Vel op før Dag
De kommer vel over den Hede.

De Bønder af Vaage, Lesje og Lom
Med skarpe Økser paa Nakke
I Bredebøjgd tilsammen kom,
Med Skotten saa vilde de snakke.

Vel op før Dag
De kommer vel over den Hede.

Vel op før Dag
De kommer vel over den Hede.

Over den Hede.
Over den Hede.
Over den Hede.
Over den Hede.

(Solo)

Tæt under Lide der løber en Sti,
Som man monne Kringen kalde;
Laagen skynder sig der forbi;
I den skal Fienden falde.

Vel op før Dag
De kommer vel over den Hede.

Med døde Kroppe blev Kringen strø'd
De Ravne fik nok at æde, -
Det Ungdomsblod, som her udflød,
De skotske Piger begræde.

Vel op før Dag
De kommer vel over den Hede.

End knejser en Støtte paa samme Sted,
Som Norges Uvenner monne true.
Ve hver en Nordmand, som ej bliver hed,
Saa tit hans Øjne den skue!

Vel op før Dag
De kommer vel over den Hede.

Vel op før Dag
De kommer vel over den Hede.

Over den Hede.
Over den Hede.
Over den Hede.
Over den Hede.

Sinklar's Ballad

Sir Sinklar sailed across the salty sea,
To Norway his course was bound;
Amongst Gudbrand's cliffs he met his destiny,
Where bloodshed did abound.

Wake up before the dawn,
They're coming over the heath.

By Romsdal's shores he landed with his horde,
Declaring himself a foe;
Fourteen hundred men did follow his word,
With evil in their hearts, you know.

Wake up before the dawn,
They're coming over the heath.

They pillaged and burned wherever they went,
All laws of men they did defy;
The weakness of the old they did torment,
The weeping widow's plea they did deny.

Wake up before the dawn,
They're coming over the heath.

The soldiers are away on the King's command,
We must defend our land ourselves;
Cursed be the villainous hand,
That now its blood will spare from the shelves."

Wake up before the dawn,
They're coming over the heath.

The farmers of Vaage, Lesje, and Lom,
With sharp axes upon their backs,
In Bredebøygden they did come,
With the Scots they would have a chat.

Wake up before the dawn,
They're coming over the heath.

Wake up before the dawn,
They're coming over the heath.

Over the heath.
Over the heath.
Over the heath.
Over the heath.

(Solo)

Close by Lide there runs a trail,
That is known as Kringen's way;
Laagen river rushes by without fail;
In it the enemy will lay.

Wake up before the dawn,
They're coming over the heath.

With dead bodies Kringen was strewn,
The ravens had plenty to eat, -
The young blood that here was hewn,
The Scottish maidens will weep.

Wake up before the dawn,
They're coming over the heath.

Still stands a monument on that same spot,
To threaten Norway's enemies true.
Woe to any Norseman who gets not hot,
As often as his eyes behold the view!

Wake up before the dawn,
They're coming over the heath.

Wake up before the dawn,
They're coming over the heath.

Over the heath.
Over the heath.
Over the heath.
Over the heath.