Farewell Gefyndene
Sing me a song of a lad that is gone,
Say, could that lad be I?
Sombre of soul he sailed on a day
Over the sea to War.
Home was astern, White Sea on the port,
War on the starboard bow;
Glory of youth glowed in his soul;
Where is that glory now?
Give me again all that was there,
Give me the sun that shone!
Give me the eyes, give me the soul,
Give me the life that’s gone!
Billow and breeze, islands and seas,
Mountains of rain and sun,
All that was good, all that was fair,
All that was me is gone.
Speed, bonny boat, like a bird on the wing,
Onward! the sailors cry;
Carry the lads born to be free
Over the Danish Sea.
Loud the winds howl, loud the waves roar,
Thunderclaps rend the air;
Baffled, our foes stand by the shore,
Follow they will not dare.
Many’s the lad, fought in that day
Well his blade did wield;
When the night came, silently lay
Dead on Eowland’s field.
Though the waves leap, soft shall ye sleep,
Ocean’s a quiet bed.
Rocked in the deep, Sailors will keep
Watch by your weary head.
Lost is their home, exile and death
Scatter the loyal men;
Yet ere our swords cool in the sheath
Geats will come North again.
Speed, bonny boat, like a bird on the wing,
Onward! the sailors cry;
Carry the lads born to be free
Over the Danish Sea.