Do you know the big band from the cornet?
Do you know the reason for the Normen's rage?
Clear as the water from our valleys
Yellow as the ripe wheat ears
From the barrel it has to run
For us to dowse combat and victory
Mead, mead, mead, mead, mead, mead
High in the north, deep in the fog
Where the men sail with Njørd
There we want to wield our axes in the combat
After the hunting season sing at the fire
Lifting the cornets and the beakers
The mead, it is an aasen's blessing