Norges Skaal

Norges Skaal (English: Norway’s Toast), was first written in 1771 by Johan Nordahl Brun in Copenhagen during the period when Norway was in a personal union with Denmark as a drinking song for the Norwegian literary society in Copenhagen.

Norges Skaal

English: Norway’s Toast
Cover from Norges Skaal
National anthem of Norway
Lyrics	Johan Nordahl Brun
Music	Ernest Modeste Grétry, 1771
Relinquished	1820
Audio sample
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“Norges Skaal” (also sometimes referred to as “For Norge, Kiæmpers Fødeland” from the first line of the song) gained popularity in the early 1800s when Norwegian nationalism was increasing, and the song was banned by Danish officials when it was first performed. It quickly gained a reputation as being anti-Danish and revolutionary, and was referred to as “the Norwegian Marseillaise”.[1]

Lyrics

For Norge, Kiæmpers Fødeland, Vi denne Skaal vil tømme, Og naar vi først faae Blod paa Tand, Vi sødt om Frihed drømme; Dog vaagne vi vel op engang Og bryde Lænker, Baand og Tvang; For Norge, Kjæmpers Fødeland, Vi denne Skaal udtømme! Hver tapper Helt, blandt Klipper fød, Vi drikke vil til Ære; Hver ærlig Norsk, som Lænker brød, Skal evig elsket være! Den vrede Livvagts Vaabenbrag Forklarer trolig Nordmænds Sag. Hver ærlig Norsk, blandt Klipper fød, Vi drikke nu til Ære! En Skaal for Dig, min kjække Ven, Og for de norske Piger! Og har Du en, saa Skaal for den! Og Skam faae den, som sviger! Og Skam faae den, som elsker Tvang Og hader Piger, Viin og Sang! En Skaal for Dig min kjække Ven, Og for de norske Piger! Og nok en Skaal for Norges Fjeld, For Klipper, Snee og Bakker! Hør Dovres Echo raabe: “Held!” For Skaalen tre Gang takker. Ja tre Gang tre skal alle Fjeld For Norges Sønner raabe Held; Endnu en Skaal for Dig mit Fjeld, For Klipper, Snee og Bakker!

For Norway, birthplace of giants, we this toast will empty, and when we get a taste of it we sweetly dream of freedom; Though we will wake someday, and break chains, bonds and coercion. For Norway, birthplace of giants, we this toast will empty! Each brave hero, among cliffs born, we will drink to honour; Each honest Norwegian, who chains broke, will forever be loved! The wrathful guard’s crackling guns, explains truthfully Norwegians’ cause. Each honest Norwegian, among cliffs born, We will drink to honour! A toast to you, my handsome friend, and to the Norwegian girls! If you have one, then a toast to that, and shame on those, who betray! Yes, shame on those who love coercion, and hates girls, wine and song! A toast for you, my handsome friend, and for the Norwegian girls! And yet a toast for Norway’s mountains, for cliffs, snow and hills! Hear Dovre's echoes cry: “Good Luck!” for its toast thricefold thanking. Yes, thrifold three all mountains will, for Norway's sons cry Good Luck! Still yet a toast for you, my mountain, for cliffs, snow and hills!

See also

• Sønner av Norge
• Ja, vi elsker dette landet

References

1. www.nationalanthems.info