King Christian

A national song of Denmark

 

King Christian stood by the lofty mast

   In mist and smoke;

His sword was hammering so fast,

Through Gothic helm and brain it passed;

5Then sank each hostile hulk and mast,

   In mist and smoke.

"Fly!" shouted they, "fly, he who can!

Who braves of Denmark's Christian

   The stroke?"

 

10Nils Juel gave heed to the tempest's roar,

   Now is the hour!

He hoisted his blood-red flag once more,

And smote upon the foe full sore,

And shouted Loud, through the tempest's roar,

15   "Now is the hour!"

"Fly!" shouted they, "for shelter fly!

Of Denmark's Juel who can defy

   The power?"

 

North Sea! a glimpse of Wessel rent

20   Thy murky sky!

Then champions to thine arms were sent;

Terror and Death glared where he went;

From the waves was heard a wail, that

    rent

25   Thy murky sky!

From Denmark, thunders Tordenskiol',

Let each to Heaven commend his soul,

    And fly!

 

Path of the Dane to fame and might!

30   Dark-rolling wave!

Receive thy friend, who, scorning flight

Goes to meet danger with despite,

Proudly as thou the tempest's might

   Dark-rolling wave!

35And amid pleasures and alarms;

And war and victory, be thine arms

   My grave!





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