Met [English translation]

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