Sinklars Vísa
Herr sinklar drog over salten hav
Til norge hans kurs monne stande
Blant gudbrands klipper han fant sin grav
Der vanked så blodig en pande
Vel opp før dag, de kommer vel over den hede
Ved romsdals kyster han styred I land
Erklærete sig for en fjende
Hannem fulgte efter fjortenhundrede mand
Som alle havde vondt I sinde
Vel opp før dag, de kommer vel over den hede
De skændte og brændte, hvor de kom frem
All folkeret monne de krænke
Oldingens avmagt rørte ei dem
De spotted den grædende enke
Vel opp før dag, de kommer vel over den hede
Soldaten er ude på kongens tog,
Vi selv må landet forsvare;
Forbandet være det niddingsdrog
Som nu sit blod vil spare.
Vel opp før dag, de kommer vel over den hede
De bønder af våge, lesje og lom
Med skarpe økser på nakke
I bredebøjg tilsammen kom
Med skotten så ville de snakke
Vel opp før dag, de kommer vel over den hede
Tæt under lide der løber en sti
Som man monne kringen kalde
Lågen skynder sig der forbi
I den skal fienden falde
Vel opp før dag, de kommer vel over den hede
Med døde kropper blev kringen strødd
De ravner fikk nok at æde
Det ungdoms blod, som her udflød
De skotske piger begræde
Vel opp før dag, de kommer vel over den hede
End kneiser en støtte på samme sted
Som norges uvenner monne true
Ve hver en nordmand, som ei bliver hed
Så tidt hans øjne den skue
Vel opp før dag, de kommer vel over den hede
Sinklars Ballad
The captain sailed over the salty sea
To Norway his course must hold
Among Gudbrand's cliffs he found his grave
There wandered such a bloody forehead
Well up before day, they will come well over the heath
By the Romsdal coast he steered ashore
Declared himself an enemy
Fourteen hundred men followed him
All with evil intentions
Well up before day, they will come well over the heath
They desecrated and burned where they went
All international law they may violate
The old man's weakness did not touch them
They mocked the crying widow
Well up before day, they will come well over the heath
The soldier is out on the king's expedition
We must defend the land ourselves
Cursed be the traitorous act
That now wants to spare his blood
Well up before day, they will come well over the heath
The farmers from Våge, Lesje, and Lom
With sharp axes on their necks
In a broad bow they came together
With the Scots they wanted to talk
Well up before day, they will come well over the heath
Close under the hill runs a path
Which one may call the circle
The river rushes past there
In it the enemy shall fall
Well up before day, they will come well over the heath
With dead bodies the circle was strewn
The ravens got enough to eat
The youth's blood, which flowed here
The Scottish girls lamented
Well up before day, they will come well over the heath
Still stands a monument in the same place
Which Norway's enemies may threaten
Woe to every Norwegian who does not become warm
So often his eyes see it
Well up before day, they will come well over the heath