"Der er et yndigt land" is the (civil) national anthem of Denmark.
If the royal family is present, the royal anthem Kong Christian stod ved højen mast[?] is used.
The lyrics was written 1819 by Adam Oehlenschläger, with the motto:
"Ille terrarum mihi praeter omnes Angulus ridet" (Horace)
The music was written 1835 by H.E. Krøyer[?], later also by Th. Laub[?] and Carl Nielsen.
Der er et yndigt land,
det står med brede bøge
|: nær salten østerstrand :|
Det bugter sig i bakke, dal,
det hedder gamle Danmark
|: og det er Frejas sal :|
Der sad i fordums tid
de harniskklædte kæmper,
|: udhvilede fra strid :|
Så drog de frem til fjenders mén,
nu hvile deres bene
|: bag højens bautasten :|
Det land endnu er skønt,
ti blå sig søen bælter,
|: og løvet står så grønt :|
Og ædle kvinder, skønne mø'r
og mænd og raske svende
|: bebo de danskes øer :|
Hil drot og fædreland!
Hil hver en danneborger,
|: som virker, hvad han kan! :|
Vort gamle Danmark skal bestå,
så længe bøgen spejler
|: sin top i bølgen blå :|
There is a lovely land
it stands with spread beech
|: near the salt eastern sea :|
It's winding it self in hill, valley,
the name is the old Denmark
|: and it is Freja's hall :|
There was in former times,
the armour-suited warriors,
|: rested from confict :|
Then they marched towards their enemys injury,
now resting their bones
|: behind a large menhir :|
The very land is still lovely,
because the sea waves so blue,
|: and the leafage stands so green :|
And noble women, beautiful maidens,
and men and brisk swains
|: inhabit the danish islands :|
Hail king and fatherland!
Hail any danish townsman,
|: that does what he can do :|
Our old Denmark shall endure,
as long the beech reflects
|: its top in the blue waves :|
There is a lovely country
it stands with broad beech
|: near the salty eastern beach :|
It winds itself in hill, valley,
its called old Denmark
|: and it is Freja's hall :|
There sat in former times,
the armour-suited giants,
|: rested from confict :|
Then they journied forwards to their enemies injury,
now resting their legs
|: behind the small hill's menhir :|
That country is still lovely,
because the sea waves so blue frollick,
|: and the leafage stands so green :|
And noble women, beautiful maidens,
and men and brisk swains
|: inhabit the danes' islands :|
Hail king and fatherland!
Hail every a townsman,
|: that works, what he can :|
Our old Denmark shall endure,
as long the beech reflects
|: its top in the wave so blue :|
