Mr. Sinclair went over the salty sea,
to Norway his course was set,
among Gudbrand’s cliffs he found his grave,
there waited such a bloody forehead.
Up before daybreak
they’re coming over the heath
By the coasts of Romsdal he went ashore,
declared himself an enemy;
after him followed fourteen hundred men,
who all had evil intentions.
Up before daybreak
they’re coming over the heath
They defiled and burned where they went,
all law was violated;
the old man’s pleas didn’t touch them,
they mocked the crying widow.
Up before daybreak
they’re coming over the heath
“The soldiers are in the King’s procession,
we must defend the country ourselves;
cursed be the cowardly miscreant,
who would spare his blood now.”
Up before daybreak
they’re coming over the heath
The peasant of Våge, Lesje and Lom
with sharp axes on their necks
in Bredebøjgd met up,
they would talk to the Scots.
Up before daybreak
they’re coming over the heath
Close under the mountain side there was a path,
it was called The Ring;
The river hurries past below;
in it the enemies shall fall.
Up before daybreak
they’re coming over the heath
The Ring was filled with dead bodies,
the ravens got a feast, -
the young blood, that was spilled here,
the Scottish girls mourned.
Up before daybreak
they’re coming over the heath
A pillar still stands tall in the very place,
that Norway’s enemies threatened
Shame on every Norwegian, who doesn’t het up,
every times his eyes fall upon it! .
Up before daybreak
they’re coming over the heath